Paint Beyond the Grey (Instrumental Version)

I'm sick of living like I'm only ever giving so that I can take the praise

I got to speaking to the man at my door about how to change my ways

I found a reason in the seat of my soul but that thing's seen better days

You'd better put me in my place

To paint beyond the grey

I know I said I'd do this for you

But you and I both know that's not true

But that won't make no difference to the shade