[Verse]
In distorted door reflections, faces fall like flaking paintwork
With my hood raised as chain mail
I head on to the highstreet
Hiding is nice;
See drawstrings at dawn
Why be the leading actor
When the audience get popcorn?
I feel myself degrading;
I think we might have peaked
I'm burning through my savings like kindling
I'm kidding myself
That we're on some sort of mission still
But I just wish to be still
Until the second I'm still
And then I stare out of the window
Second guessing every little decision
The misplaced ambition
And dropping a rеal vision
Don't feel like real vision
Mate, bеware of the dragon's den
For it contains dragons
[Chorus]
I can't do this tight-rope walk
When I'm covered in bruises
From paintballs
It's painful
This isn't what I thought we got paid for
I can't do this tight-rope walk
When I'm covered in bruises
From paintballs
It's painful
This isn't what I thought we got paid for
[Verse]
Elbows out! This is capitalism
Momentum, build momentum
Like a cartoon snowball
And see all you are
Is a series of limbs in compacted ice
It's nice to be nice to be nice
To journalists
For your journey is more fruitful
If they're kind about your crowd size
Reporting a full room
Get on another aeroplane
Or head home, right?
The tour worn dilemma
Flight or flight
[Chorus]
I can't do this tight-rope walk
When I'm covered in bruises
From paintballs
It's painful
This isn't what I thought we got paid for
I can't do this tight-rope walk
When I'm covered in bruises
From paintballs
It's painful
This isn't what I thought we got paid for
[Verse]
There's something about the stage that still draws me towards it
A lacker on the road keeping the tyres of our battered van moving
The tree house in our nest was ferociously shaken
In exchange for chasing a life, ever breaking
But we're building moments
We have to believe that
With every chord rung out
We're wrung out but rising
A life of eyes open all over this planet
Finding comfort under posters in a multitude of languages
The artist is a gambler
The party is a marathon
Black []
The dream builds up your defences
Dsicover what matters
Take paintballs to the chest;
Make great art from the splatters
It's simpler on paper
But prettier on canvas
By lord, now, the tightropes should have nets to catch us
[Chorus]
I can't do this tightrope walk
When I'm covered in bruises
From paintballs
It's painful
This isn't what I thought we got paid for
I can't do this tightrope walk
When I'm covered in bruises
From paintballs
It's painful
This isn't what I thought we got paid for
