This paint has been tasting of lead
And their chips will fall as they may,
but it´s not just my finish that is peeling,
And it is not alone fleeing these walls.

Well sooner of 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 cold
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 aide the pace of my cleaning
And as soon as I´m done I am gone.

Well sooner of 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 cold
it´s gonna break
And our words will be heard again,
but all I want are vows of silence now.

The frightening facts
we´ve been facing our backs
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.
The new coats of paint will not reaquaint
broken hearts to broken homes.