[03:46.00]This paint has been tasting of lead
[03:46.00]& their chips will fall as they may,
[03:46.00]But it's not just my finish that is peeling,
[03:46.00]& it is not alone fleeing these walls.
[03:46.00]Well sooner of later this cold
[03:46.00]It's gonna break
[03:46.00]
[03:46.00]& our hands will be warm again,
[03:46.00]But all i want is not to need you now.
[03:46.00]And sooner or later this cold
[03:46.00]It's gonna break
[03:46.00]& our words will be heard again,
[03:46.00]But all i want are vows of silence now.
[03:46.00]This turpentine chaser's got kick
[03:46.00]& the rag that it's soaked in is rich.
[03:46.00]The fumes aide the pace of my cleaning
[03:46.00]& as soon as i'm done i am gone.
[03:46.00]The frightening facts
[03:46.00]We've been facing our backs
[03:46.00]For so long now
[03:46.00]Are begging for eyes
[03:46.00]To bear witness to lies
[03:46.00]& indifference.
[03:46.00]
[03:46.00]Now we're saying aloud
[03:46.00]The things we've declared in our silence.
[03:46.00]The new coats of paint will not reaquaint
[03:46.00]Broken hearts to broken homes.