Atmosphere - Painting lyrics
[Atmosphere - Painting lyrics]
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall will all remain
And even though he's home 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 those convictions
Into his bones
The progress stops and pauses
Spit's and sputters like the basement faucet
And it's obvious he's lost in his regrets
You can smell it on his breath
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
Tuck it away, no complaints
Just laying on his back
In his backyard under the rain
Take tomorrow but doesn't no how though
For every swallow there's another to follow
He weaves his way throughout the story
Looking for a new missing piece or a door key
Spirit's used to be for celebration
But now they just take him away
From the hell that's waiting
Re-up until it's three sheets up
And pick a place for the skeletons to meet up
Ain't no color 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 your reflection
Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
He's got two hands and a bucket of paint
Come on
The pictures on the wall will all remain
And even though he's home 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 those convictions
Into his bones
The progress stops and pauses
Spit's and sputters like the basement faucet
And it's obvious he's lost in his regrets
You can smell it on his breath
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
Tuck it away, no complaints
Just laying on his back
In his backyard under the rain
Take tomorrow but doesn't no how though
For every swallow there's another to follow
He weaves his way throughout the story
Looking for a new missing piece or a door key
Spirit's used to be for celebration
But now they just take him away
From the hell that's waiting
Re-up until it's three sheets up
And pick a place for the skeletons to meet up
Ain't no color 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 your reflection
Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
He's got two hands and a bucket of paint
Come on