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