This paint has been tasting of lead
And their chips will fall as they may
But it's not just my finish that's peeling
And it is not alone fleeing these walls

Well sooner or later this cold
It's gonna break
So our hands'll be warm again
But all I want is not to need you now
Sooner or later this code
It's gonna break
So our words will be heard again
But all I want are vows of silence now

This turpentine chaser's got kick
And the rag that it's soaked in is rich
But the fumes aid the pace of my cleaning
And as soon as I'm done I am gone

But sooner or later this cold
It's gonna break
So our hands'll be warm again
But all I want is not to need you now
Sooner or later this code
It's gonna break
So our words'll be heard again
But all I want are vows of silence now
And the frightening facts
We've been facing our backs to
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