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
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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