Painting by Numbers Songtext
von The Zangwills

It turns out that something, was just nothing in a cloak
She said to look at the flames, but I just can′t see past the smoke
And though it's thinner than a spider′s web
The noose can still accomplish my choke
It hasn't even rained today but still my cheeks are fucking soaked
And I hate it when my mind taints it
With all sorts of fiction and fantasy

It's like I was painting it all by numbers
Mistook a seven for a three (yeah)


Will you show me how to shake it off?
Cos I really want to take you out
There′s leaves on the runway, you better rake them up
Cos I feel like I am taking off

And I hate it when my mind taints it
With all sorts of fiction and fantasy
It′s like I was painting it all by numbers

Mistook a seven for a three
Mistook a seven for a three
Mistook a seven for a three
Mistook a seven for a three