Painting
AtmosphereVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Chords:
Seems to work when played along.
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall will all remain
And even though he's home now sounding safe
Surrounded by the faces that he placed his faith
The images visit from the past he witnessed
Can't stay away from the memories, sticks with
each detail embedded in stone
like he chiseled those convictions into his bones
the progress stops and pauses
spits and sputters like the basement faucets
and it's obvious he's lost in his regrets,
you can smell it on his breath
Just repeat through out in a similar fashion
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
but now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
Tuck it away, no complaints just laying on his back on his
backyard under the rain
Take tomorrow but doesn't no how though for every swallow there's another to follow
He weaves his way throughout the story
looking for a new missing piece or a door key
Spirits used to be for celebration
But now they just take him away from the hell that's waiting
Re-up until it's three sheets up
and pick a place for the skeletons to meet up
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames
No introduction doesn't speak his own name
Gonna beat them demons at they own game
The sunset rides to the end slow
Same song echoing outside of the window
You can't grow if the skin don't fit you
Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through
No inspiration left to do your best when,
nobody hates you more than you're reflection
Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
He's got two hands and a bucket of paint, come on
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Readable chord sheet for Painting by Atmosphere
Chords: [Am] [F] [G] [E] Seems to work when played along. Ain't [Am]no color paint gonna c[F]over the stains The pi[G]ctures on the wall will [E]all remain And ev[Am]en though he's home now s[F]ounding safe Sur[G]rounded by the faces tha[E]t he placed his faith The im[Am]ages visit from the pa[F]st he witnessed C[G]an't stay away from the [E]memories, sticks with e[Am]ach detail embe[F]dded in stone like h[G]e chiseled those convict[E]ions into his bones [Am] the progress stops[F] and pauses [G]spits and sputters like the b[E]asement faucets and it[Am]'s obvious he's lost i[F]n his regrets, you ca[G]n smell it on his breath[E] Just repeat through out in a similar fashion Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains but now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain Tuck it away, no complaints just laying on his back on his backyard under the rain Take tomorrow but doesn't no how though for every swallow there's another to follow He weaves his way throughout the story looking for a new missing piece or a door key Spirits used to be for celebration But now they just take him away from the hell that's waiting Re-up until it's three sheets up and pick a place for the skeletons to meet up Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames No introduction doesn't speak his own name Gonna beat them demons at they own game The sunset rides to the end slow Same song echoing outside of the window You can't grow if the skin don't fit you Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through No inspiration left to do your best when, nobody hates you more than you're reflection Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain He's got two hands and a bucket of paint, come on