Paintlounge Video (MV)

Let me eat the yellow paint
To paint my temple like the sun would
If it found my body to be a holy place

Every tangled face escape
From inexpressible anger
Or overworked accountants if thats the case

Unhold whats in your fist
And make room for your bright eyes
They've always seen everything through the fog
Whatever is the gift
Whatever card is inside
This magic is meant to be held in your palms

Sir your canvas is in flames
How many years have you forgotten
To let a little water through the gate

Lily has not come to paint
In days, she's simply spoke to no one
Who didn't think her a waitress by mistake

Unhold whats in your fist
And make room for your bright eyes
They've always seen everything through the fog
Whatever is the gift
Whatever card is inside
This magic is meant to be held in your palms

Unhold whats in your fist
And make room for your bright eyes
They've always seen everything through the fog
Whatever is the gift
Whatever card is inside
This magic is meant to be held in your palms

Magic held in your palms