The Painter Lyrics

There's a painter who stares at miles of white
All around
Each color he's dreamed is lost in thought and can't be found
Can't be found
Takes a walk trouhgt his head to ask his friend if they'd come out
Come out from your shells
Come chat with me and walk around
Walk around

This is all ours to f*** with
This is all ours to taunt with
This is our home, our stomping ground
What's stopping us?
What's stopping us?
What's stopping us?
Wake up from your sleep, they're only dreams not solid ground
You'd keep your eyes closed if you had known what I have found
What I have found
Can you blame me for not watching both feed on the ground
While you follow routine and waste your days I am in the clouds
Raining down

This is all ours to f*** with
This is all ours to taunt with
This is our home, our stomping ground
What's stopping us?
What's stopping us?
What's stopping us?