[Verse - Renoir]
Beyond the canvas ... tethered to a remnant of his soul.
There, he feels close ... in this world of color ... still unbroken …
whole.

[Break]

Yes ... I miss him too ... this painful truth I cannot hide,
And I'm missing you. I need you by my side.

Tell me, Aline ...
do you wish to lose yourself in painted lies?
Smile through the hurt, behind that paper-thin disguise.

Nothing there is real ... no matter what you feel.

[Pre-Chorus - Renoir]
It's not too late ... I’ve watched you slip away for far too long ...
I’ll pull you back, at any cost, before you’re truly gone.

[Chorus - Expedition]
From Lumière we march ... Expedition Thirty-Three,
in this fractured realm of pigment, build on grief and tragedy.

We follow where the numbers glow, where stone meets sky and sea ...
to break the hand that paints our end,

and reclaim our destiny ...

[Verse - Aline]
If all that’s left is color ... then it’s color that I choose,
’til my hands bleed dry ... ’til there's nothing left to lose.

Our world out there is shattered, torn apart ...
Here, in every brushstroke, his laughter fills my heart.

Tell me, Renoir …
why would you take this from me?
I can’t bear to lose him twice … is that so hard to see?

[Pre-Chorus - Aline]
This world grants me breath ... here I’m strong ... I feel alive.
And I’ll fight, no matter what ... for him, for me

... this canvas must survive ...

[Chorus - Expedition]
From Lumière we march ... Expedition Thirty-Three,
in this fractured realm of pigment, build on grief and tragedy.

We follow where the numbers glow, where stone meets sky and sea ...
to break the hand that paints our end,

and reclaim our destiny ...

[Interlude]

[Verse - Narrator]
Thus the Break was born ... where love holds on too tight,
Where bitter truth and comfort tug one thread from either side.

He’s forced to ruin what she loves ... to bring her safely back.
But as the paintress’ strength grows thin, her refuge starts to crack.

[break]
And on the horizon ... at the Monolith ... her plea turned into fire,
A scorching number falls each year ... her farewell on a pyre.

[Build Up]
Thirty-five ... thirty-four ...
thirty-three …

The end is closing in ... for every heart to see.

Beyond the canvas ...
In her world of paint and chroma ... once unbroken …
whole.

tethered to a remnant of his soul.

To guide the way for those who stay ...

and for those ...

[spoken]
who come after ...

[Final-Chorus ‐ Expedition]
From Lumière we march ... Expedition Thirty-Three,
in this fractured realm of pigment, build on grief and tragedy.

We follow where the numbers glow, where stone meets sky and sea ...
to break the hand that paints our end,
and reclaim our destiny ...

reclaim our destiny ...

[End]