Thank Goodness there's birthdays We call each other twice a year That's kind of nice And love it's been some years So, really: there's no need to... ...apologise I'd always ask Is there still paint on your hands And you joke I bet you still play our song Yea I do If there's no paint on your hands It's been too long ♪ In empty rooms we stayed On cardboard you'd paint People, houses, faces, places, me and the sky The painted towns concealed Where the wallpaper peeled Greatest of disguises You You'd sometimes paint my hands While I wrote my songs at night Now there's no paint on your hands You're on my mind The painted towns of ours Live in some basement now And I got arachnophobia Just spiders crawling there They wonder who we were I wonder who we are If there's still paint on your hands It's been too long Course I play the songs You used to sing along to That's kind of strange Cause once the harmony Turns into melody It ain't the same