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