THE VENETIA FAIR LYRICS

"Go On, Paint Me A Picture"

Demo Version

Stop! Leave it up to me...
Before you sweat out the truth and your shirt reeks of infidelity.
You were gone long enough to miss the scabs
But you watched as the scars formed
And you stayed as they faded away.
And you promised me, honestly,
Things would be different this time.
That's why I'm singin'

Darlin' won't you lie to me tonight on the way home.
Can't you just tell me all of those things that I want to hear.
Whoa
Cause I keep on tryin', tryin', tryin'
Not to ask every question in my sickened head
But it's hard, oh darlin'
Won't you take me home and use me up
Let me drive myself home.

If this wasn't a game before well we're playin' one now.
And I'm losing it, but what did you expect
When you said that you broke all the rules?
Tell me how did it feel?
Go on, paint me a picture, this is suicide by curiosity.
You fucking whore!

Won't you lie to me tonight on the way home.
Can't you just tell me all of those things that I want to hear.
Whoa
Cause I keep on tryin', tryin', tryin'
Not to ask every question in my sickened head
But it's hard, oh darlin'
Won't you take me home and use me up
Let me drive myself home.
Let me drive myself home.

I felt it tie itself in knots
Well it couldn't stand the answer
[x3]

So what does that mean, I mean, did you...

She didn't say a word
Your silence slits my throat but I can't bleed.
See? Look me in my eyes! Please!

Eh, nevermind...

Won't you lie to me tonight on the way home.
Can't you just tell me all of those things that I want to hear.
Whoa
Cause I keep on tryin', tryin', tryin'
Not to ask every question in my sickened head
But it's hard, oh darlin'
Won't you take me home and use me up
Let me drive myself home.
Let me drive myself home.

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