Paroles de The Painter

There's a painter who stares at miles of white All around Each color he's dreamed is lost in thought and can't be found Can't be found Takes a walk through his head to ask his friends If they'd come out Come out from your shells, come chat with me and walk around Walk around This is all ours to fuck with This is all ours to taunt This is our home, our stomping ground What's stopping us? What's stopping us? What's stopping us? Wake up from your sleep, they're only dreams Not solid ground You'd keep your eyes closed if you had known What I have found What I have found Can you blame me for not wanting both feet On the ground While you follow routine and waste your days I'm in the clouds Raining down This is all ours to fuck with This is all ours to taunt This is our home, our stomping ground What's stopping us? What's stopping us? What's stopping us?