| Lyrics: | My wintertime came fast I gave you a drawing pad,
And then you told me,
You didn't like
looking 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.
Send me here send me
there,
Repetitions in the air |
