This paint has been tasting of lead   And the chips will fall as they may   But it's not just my finish that's peeling   And it's 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   And sooner or later this code   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 kick   And the rag that it's soaked in is rich   The fumes aid 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'll be warm again   But all I want is not to need you now   And sooner or later this code   It's gonna break and our words will 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   That new coats of paint   Will not reacquaint   Broken hearts to broken homes   Broken homes