My wintertime came fast about your drawing pad
And then you told me
You didn`t like closely
You don`t like walking home
You`re not sure who you are
And no-one knows about your scar
But I told you to shut up once
Because you`re never there
And you`re too old to be scared
Cause I`ve been in lots of these
Bad, bad situations
Paint nothing now
Paint nothing now
The summertime came fast you still had your drawing pad
But you told me
You couldn`t see me correctly
We don`t like holding hands
We don`t like playing guitar
And no-one knows about your scars
But I`ve been in, lots of these
Bad, bad situations
And you never get out of this easily
Cause I`ve been in lots of these
Bad, bad situations
Paint nothing now
Paint nothing now
Send me here send me there
Repetitions in the air
Repetitions in the air