Paroles de The Painter Song
Like a stain on a hardwood floorOr a slurpy machine at a liquor store
Wonder how I'll ever come to leave this place
Like a priest on Saturday night
Or a dog in a kennel on a redeye flight
It often seems the only thing that I can do is wait
'Cause it isn't safe
It isn't safe
To live outside yourself
Is this the way you thought that things would be
Living half alive, but mostly asleep
In the corner there's some trim that needs a coat
There was a funeral procession on the freeway
Fancy cars, orange stickers, lining up in the slow lane
Dresses, men in suits, and solemn faces, and ties
And everybody wanted to go home
But they had this feeling God was watching so they all kept on
Stepped on the gas and stayed in line
And when they stopped
We all got out Think of things to do to fill the time 'till the end of the day
And for the rest of their lifetime
Worry that sometimes
They both feel exactly the same
But like a show that was over before they hit the lights
Or some fool with a knife in the middle of a gunfight
Maybe I'm just jumping ahead of myself
'Cause it isn't safe
It isn't safe
To live outside yourself
Is this the way you thought that things would be
Living half alive, but mostly asleep
In the corner there's some trim that needs a coat
There was a funeral procession on the freeway
Fancy cars, orange stickers, lining up in the slow lane
Dresses, men in suits, and solemn faces, and ties
And everybody wanted to go home
But they had this feeling God was watching so they all kept on
Stepped on the gas and stayed in line
And when they stopped
We all got out Think of things to do to fill the time 'till the end of the day
And for the rest of their lifetime
Worry that sometimes
They both feel exactly the same
But like a show that was over before they hit the lights
Or some fool with a knife in the middle of a gunfight
Maybe I'm just jumping ahead of myself
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