Paintballs

[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