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



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



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

Broken homes