Lyrics

I’ll tell you a story
A disenchanted story
About a painter who captured what they felt
A common theme was worry
And all their good ideas
Well they were choked by fear

And all their stitched up dreams
They came apart at the seams

Their sharpest thoughts became blurry
Their slowest fuse burned in a hurry
Too fast, they sputtered and they flamed
And all their colors seemed to scurry
Even their brightest days
Well they were bleached to grays

Can’t you see from the outside?
Can't you see from the outside?
These precious hugs are starting to bruise
Can’t you see from the outside?

And on the back of a canvas they found painted
“I don’t think I’m going to make it”
In the end we always die
But it’s so human to try

I’m looking in from the outside
Can’t you see?