The Painter Lyrics

If you took

The roar

From the lion's throat

Would it still eat

If the anger

In his eyes

Fades away

Would it still eat

Well of course it would

With its claws and its power and its teeth

Of course it would

When you're drowning, you'll find any way to breathe

And if the painter's

Favorite brush

Splits in two

Would she still paint

And if her canvas

Amongst all the color

Runs out of room

Would she still paint

Well of course she would

With her hands and her fingers on the walls

Yeah of course she would

When you're drowning, you'll take any air at all

And I know exactly what that's like

Yeah I know exactly what that's like

Oh I know exactly what that's like