White Walls

Take a walk into my spirit, the paints are still wet
I’m inside white walls
Do I hide it well? How do I look from the outside?
I want my world with color, I want to paint the inside alive
But don’t get too close
But don’t get too close
Yeah

Deep down somewhere,
Lost in the hesitance,
Is an artist
That just wants a different colored room
Or a different shape for my lips to make
When morning sun beams through my window pane
Fill me up
Fill me up
Fill me up, to the top

But don’t get too close
Don’t get too close
And don’t get too close
Don’t get too close

Only if you can paint these walls
Then decorate your dispositions
Save my defenses
And stay in your position
I’ll wave a white flag
If you can make this place decent
Then I’ll leave the door open for you

I don’t wanna be alone
But I won’t let anyone in
I’m surrounded by white walls
And the door is paper thin
I’ll take the darkest grays
And pour out the bluest blues
Just to start somewhere
I’m an emotionless fool

But don’t get too close
Yeah
But don’t get too close

Only if you can paint these walls,
Then decorate your dispositions
Save my defenses
And stay in your position
I’ll wave a white flag
If you can make this place decent
I’ll leave the door open
I’ll leave the door open
I’ll leave the door open for you.