Lyrics
i m a patient with no patience
Painting me golden, i ve closed the window
You re a ghost in the sun, we must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again, shorten the shadows
I m a patient with no patience, the bright coloured lights suffer in the horizon of my mind Handshakes, painting me golden
Firework pilots fly towards the explosion in the sky, is this an exercise or an exorcism Hospital, til there s no line between the truth and the lies we re all hiding behind
painting me golden
when we choose sides between the darkness and the light
I m a patient with no patience, my father sent me to my mother to be punished no longer
Painting me golden, you re a ghost in the sun
painting me golden
What will we decide, til there s no line between the truth and the lies we re all hiding behind, painting me gold
We must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again, painting me gold
shorten the shadows
Is this an exercise or an exorcism, i m gonna heal up now from this trauma
i m gonna heal up now from this trauma
my father sent me to my mother to be punished no longer
we must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again
The current of this currency is pain, shorten the shadows, drowning in minor seconds
i ve closed the window
Painting me golden, painting me golden, hospital handshakes
Shorten the shadows, the bright coloured lights suffer in the horizon of my mind
A massacre on the winter, painting me golden
We must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again, painting me golden
A massacre on the winter, the bright coloured lights suffer in the horizon of my mind
Shorten the shadows, when we choose sides between the darkness and the light
Painting me golden, drowning in minor seconds, if it s a choice
shorten the shadows
see deafening defeat
Painting me golden, we must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again, drowning in minor seconds
Painting me gold, what will we decide
Is this an exercise or an exorcism, my father sent me to my mother to be punished no longer Votolato, painting me gold
painting me golden
See deafening defeat, painting me golden, hospital handshakes
The current of this currency is pain, the current of this currency is pain
painting me golden
i ve closed the window
til there s no line between the truth and the lies we re all hiding behind
Firework pilots fly towards the explosion in the sky, i m gonna heal up now from this trauma
painting me golden
She held my hands and walked me back from the ledge where i was standing, painting me gold, i m gonna heal up now from this trauma
Painting me golden, we must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again
I m a patient with no patience, is this an exercise or an exorcism, when we choose sides between the darkness and the light
We must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again, she held my hands and walked me back from the ledge where i was standing, we must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again
When we choose sides between the darkness and the light, the current of this currency is pain, shorten the shadows
A massacre on the winter, the current of this currency is pain
I m a patient with no patience, painting me golden, my father sent me to my mother to be punished no longer
When we choose sides between the darkness and the light, painting me golden
see deafening defeat
Hospital handshakes, a massacre on the winter Hospital, we must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again
Drowning in minor seconds, shorten the shadows, we must each be broken if we re ever to be made new again
When we choose sides between the darkness and the light, the current of this currency is pain
A massacre on the winter, you re a ghost in the sun
