Paint Nothing

My wintertime came fast about your drawing pad

And then you told me

You didn't like closely

You don't like walking home

You're not sure who you are

And no-one knows about your scar

But I told you to shut up once

Because you're never there

And you're too old to be scared

Cause I've been in lots of these

Bad, bad situations

Paint nothing now

Paint nothing now

The summertime came fast you still had your drawing pad

But you told me

You couldn't see me correctly

We don't like holding hands

We don't like playing guitar

And no-one knows about your scars

But I've been in, lots of these

Bad, bad situations

And you never get out of this easily

Cause I've been in lots of these

Bad, bad situations

Paint nothing now

Paint nothing now

Send me here send me there

Repetitions in the air

Repetitions in the air