There's a corner you painted yourself in
I'm not sure what was your intention?
Now you're trapped alone on an island and you can't swim
No, you can't swim

All the windows mocking your sad face
As you dwell disgruntled and at bay
Take your paintbrush, create a doorway
That's what I say, that's what I say

Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
You're not the quittin' kind
You're not the quittin' kind

There are drifters painting beside you
They don't see the future that I do
Don't let one small corner define you
It's behind you, it's behind you

Use your paintbrush as a transporter
'Stead of drawing preventive borders
Paint a symphony of supporters
That's an order, that's an order
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
You're not the quittin' kind

Of all the people I know who
Are in places just like you
You're most likely to get through

So keep painting the doorways
And do everything your way
Know there are always more ways to

Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
You're not the quittin' kind
The quittin' kind