Paint It Red

Song	Paint It Red
Artist	Vaux
Album	There Must Be Some Way To Stop Them

	Cause there
	I a house made of black stone,
	And it sits at the end of the road.
	IæŠŽ paint it red and itæŠ¯ forgotten.
	Some say.
	That IæŠŽ disappear
	That IæŠŽ disappear.
	That IæŠŽ disappear.
	This isnæŠ° automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	This isnæŠ° automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	ItæŠ¯ hard t ostand when itæŠ¯ all in your head.
	Find that black house paint it red.
	ItæŠ¯ hard to feel when youæŠ³e been through this much.
	Wanna talk, wanna touch.
	ItæŠ¯ hard to run when you canæŠ° find your feet.
	And I donæŠ° want your world on me.
	Cause on the inside.
	EverythingæŠ¯ white,
	And IæŠŽ loose myself in itæŠ¯ light.
	IæŠŽ close the door and get forgotten.
	Some say.We are like statues of stone.
	This isnæŠ° automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	This isnæŠ° automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	This isnæŠ° automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	Statues of stone.
	Statues of stone.

	Cause there
	I a house made of black stone,
	And it sits at the end of the road.
	I paint it red and it forgotten.
	Some say.
	That I disappear
	That I disappear.
	That I disappear.
	This isn automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	This isn automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	It hard t ostand when it all in your head.
	Find that black house paint it red.
	It hard to feel when you e been through this much.
	Wanna talk, wanna touch.
	It hard to run when you can find your feet.
	And I don want your world on me.
	Cause on the inside.
	Everything white,
	And I loose myself in it light.
	I close the door and get forgotten.
	Some say. We are like statues of stone.
	This isn automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	This isn automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	This isn automatic.
	This is impossible.
	We all are far from tragic.
	We are like statues of.
	Statues of stone.
	Statues of stone.