Red Paintings We Belong In The Sea
There is nothing in me that you can't take away
I'm as dead as the water in a dried up lake
Too many kids in here have hat tops and hammers as well
The cellar door's blown to bits, I keep my cool knowing
it well, knowing it well
Inside the sea we go, a million things I wish I'd said
have been and gone, they're lost
We paint our world apart, we're closing up, we think
we've got it all worked out, but we don't
Too many kids in here have hat tops and hammers as well
The cellar door's blown to bits I keep my cool knowing it
well, knowing it well
Knowing it well
We belong in the sea with you
Everything's changing I can't believe I'm losing myself
The world we rent falls to bits, the sea shows up to
prove we're in hell
To prove we're in hell
