Empty pages
I am only a pen
Waiting for you to write a story
Empty stages
I am just the instrument in your hands
You're the one before me
So have your way put on a show
'Cause I'm worth nothing on my own

You turn a melody into a symphony
The painter and I will be your canvas
You make a masterpiece out of the mess of me
You're the creator and I will be your canvas
(Your canvas)

I'm a flower
I was only just a seed you planted and watered in the garden
You give me life, you give me hope
You're all I need and nothing now
I'm just a vessel you are the source

You turn a melody into a symphony
The painter and I will be your canvas
You make a masterpiece out of the mess of me
You're the creator and I will be your canvas
(Your canvas, your canvas, your canvas)
Your canvas
(Your canvas, your canvas, your canvas)

I'm the pen and you're the poet
The instrument, you're composing
I'm just a vessel you're the source
I'm a seed that you have planted
'Cause you're the vine and I'm the branches
I'm just a vessel you are the source
(Your canvas, your canvas, your canvas)

You turn a melody into a symphony
You're the creator and I will be