Besedila: Dashboard Confessional. MTV Unplugged. Turpentine Chaser.

This paint has been tasting of lead
And the 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 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 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 kicked
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 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 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 you 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 reacquaint
Broken hearts to broken homes
Broken homes
Broken homes