Fui un artista che Scrutava dal suo guscio Forse riuscirò A mostrare il mio talento Speriamo che il mondo veda I calori che ho dipinto Senza saperlo usavo Il pennello sbagliato I was a painter Dreaming of Versailles Smiling like the joy inside my hands would never die If honesty were pigment then The canvas called my bluff What a scary freedom Hearing you're not good enough Tell me it's alright to cry without colors Tell me it's ok to fall Paint in the morning with tongues like we're lovers It's not a still life at all Heartbreak won't hit you till You're packing up their clothes Towers full of sketchbooks Etched with all your sacred prose About the times you changed yourself More than a mirror could tell But the pearls that knotted up your throat Are peering out their shell Tell me it's alright to cry without colors Tell me it's ok to fall Paint in the morning with tongues like we're lovers It's not a still life at all Am I not good enough? Am I not good enough? Am I not good enough? Am I not good enough? I don't care if I'm good enough (Am I not good enough?) I don't care if I'm good enough (Am I not good enough?) I don't care if I'm good enough So tell me it's alright to cry without colors Tell me it's ok to fall Paint in the morning with tongues like we're lovers It's not a still life at all