Paint, or The Act of Disappearing Songtext
von Winterbourne

Pick up the pieces of a torn up letter
Pick up the pieces of a day that changed your life
Throw out your keys and your mouldy sweater
Open the door and go if it makes you feel right

Cause it′s a fact
There's a fact
To justify every act
I guarantee it

Life of the modern man
Life of the modern man

Paint yourself in a picture of everyone
Paint yourself and keep the bits you like
Shade yourself with a reason for anger
Set yourself and sell it all for free


Cause it′s a fact
Every chap
Has to practice the act
Of disappearing

Life of the modern man
Life of the modern man
Touch of the little invisible hand
I'm just the middle
I'm just the middle man
Yes I am

Paint yourself in a colourful jacket
Face the self that looks you in the eye
Sail away to the cathedral of actors
Pray for David Blaine and invincible mice

Yeah cause that′s just your knack
Now you′ve mastered the act of disappearing

Life of the modern man
Life of the modern man
Chords of an indistinguishable band
I'm just a little invisible man
Yes I am