Ain't no colour paint gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall will all remain
And even though he's now, sound and safe
Surrounded by the faces that he place his faith
The images visit from the past he witnessed
Can't stay away from the memories
Sticks with each detail, embedded in stone
Like he chiseled stoves convictions into his bones
The progress stops and pauses, spits and sputters
Like the basement faucet
And it's obvious he's lost in his regrets
You can smell it on his breath
Pero ahora el alcohol va a la madre el dolor
Esconda, sin quejas
Estaba acostado sobre su espalda, en su patio bajo la lluvia
Tómate mañana, pero no, ¿cómo?
Por cada golondrina hay otra a seguir
Él teje su camino a lo largo de la historia
Buscando una nueva pieza faltante o una llave de puerta
Los espíritus solían ser para la celebración
Pero ahora se lo llevan lejos del infierno que está esperando
Re-up hasta que sean tres hojas arriba
Y escoge un lugar para que los esqueletos se reúnan
Ain't no colour paint gonna cover the stains
But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames
No introduction doesn't speak his own name
Gonna beat them demons at they own game
The sunset rides to the end slow
Same song echoing outside of the window
You can't grow if the skin don't fit you
Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through
No inspiration left to do your best when
Nobody hates you more than you're reflection
Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
He's got two hands and a bucket of paint
Come on