Painting - Zhao Lei

We were painting silhouettes (la, la, la-la, la, lie) Shadows speck around the wall (la, la, la-la, la, lie) When the light came through the window (la, la, la-la, la, lie) It didn't make a change at all (la, la, la-la, la, lie) With though the color of the sun (la, la, la-la, la, lie) We meant the day, and it's beginning (la, la, la-la, la, lie) And it's starting to over-ripple (la, la, la-la, la, lie) Only surface of the ocean (la, la, la-la, la, lie) Drifting into the horizon (la, la, la-la, la, lie) In the silence that surrounds (la, la, la-la, la, lie) We were sinking into sunlight (la, la, la-la, la, lie) Softly lying on the ground (la, la, la-la, la, lie)

And I know Times like this, you just take it slow Fall asleep in the pillows She got my heart in a choke hold And there she goes Heart that pounds like a stereo You take me 'round and 'round, like the merry go But one more ride, baby, here we go And I know Times like this, you just take it slow Fall asleep in the pillows She got my heart in a choke hold And there she goes Heart that pounds like a stereo You take me 'round and 'round, like the merry go But one more ride, baby, here we go

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 places faith The images visit from the past he witnessed Can't stay away from the memory, sticks with Each detail, embeded in stone Like he chisels those convictions into his bones The progress stops and pauses Spits and sputters like the basment faucet And its obvious hes lost in his regrets You can smell it on his breath Aint no color paint gonna cover the stains But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain Tuck it away, no complaints Just layin on his back on his backyard, under the rain Take tomorrow, but doesn't know how though For ever swallow, theres another to follow He weaves his way throughout the story Looking for a new missing piece or a door key Spirits used to be for celebration But now they just take him away from the hell thats waitin Re-up until its three sheets up And pick a place for the skeletons to meet up Aint no color paint gonna cover the stains But if the oxygen escapes, it'll smother the flames No introduction, doesnt speak his own name Gonna beat them demons at they own game The sunset rides to the end slopes Same song echoing outside of the window You cant grow if the skin dont 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, c'mon

Lei, tutto il giorno pensa a lui, a lei Lei, non riesce più a nascondere Lui, si dovrebbe laureare però Però ha sempre qualcosa da fare Studiare, studiare studiare Come fa? Lei, preferisce lei per vivere Lei, preferisce lui per crescere Lei, tutto il giorno ad insegnare La notte la passa da sola Ne lui e ne lei la consola Cosa c'è? C'è che non ti viene da mangiare Lo stomaco è una casa sempre vuota Sai che devi scegliere, ma vuoi morire Sai che devi vivereli, se vuoi capire Lei, quando pensa al sole pensa a lui Lei, quando piove, piove insieme a lui Lei si vorrebbe vergognare Mentre invece si vive Si lascia lentamente portare a cercare, ovvio lei Sai che quest'estate resti sola Sai che lui ha smesso di studiare E quindi torna giù in Sicilia per sempre E lei si fa vacanze dove non c'è gente Vedi come van le cose in questa vita? Ma ti sembrava di poter decidere per loro Ma... ne lui ne lei avrebbero capito E lascia che il destino ti abbia anticipato C'è che non ti viene da mangiare Lo stomaco è una casa sempre vuota C'è che non ti viene da mangiare Lo stomaco è una casa sempre vuota È sempre vuota È vuota