This Paint Has Been Tasting Of Lead
& Their Chips Will Fall As They May,
But It's Not Just My Finish That Is Peeling,
& It Is Not Alone Fleeing These Walls.

Well Sooner Of Later This Cold
It's Gonna Break
& Our Hands Will Be Warm Again,
But All I Want Is Not To Need You Now.
And Sooner Or Later This Cold
It's Gonna Break
& Our Words Will Be Heard Again,
But All I Want Are Vows Of Silence Now.

This Turpentine Chaser's Got Kick
& The Rag That It's Soaked In Is Rich.
The Fumes Aide The Pace Of My Cleaning
& As Soon As I'm Done I Am Gone.

The Frightening Facts
We've Been Facing Our Backs
For So Long Now
Are Begging For Eyes
To Bear Witness To Lies
& Indifference.

Now We're Saying Aloud
The Things We've Declared In Our Silence.
The New Coats Of Paint Will Not Reaquaint
Broken Hearts To Broken Homes.