Текст песни Painting Houses (Justin Peter Kinkel-Schuster) с переводом

There’s a howling in my veins

Driving nails out in the rain

I can’t stand to feel that feeling

Pushing ink around revealing

A new old pain

There’s a crying in my shame

That’s always been the same

I can’t stand to face that music

That comes so easy

When I’m leaving again

What’s the point of al the walls

I’ve been building in my head?

I’d do better painting houses instead

There’s a memory in my name

That’s black as Miller’s Cave

I can’t stand to face that weather

That comes rolling in no matter

Where I stay

What’s the point of all the calls

That I’ve been making to the dead?

I’d do better to just hang up instead

Don’t take it out on them

They’re only trying to comfort you

And help you in some kind of way

Don’t take it out on them

They’re only trying to set you free

And help you in some kind of way

It’s another kind of living today

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