Paint Song

I look down at myself And press my feet into the river banks Suddenly I’m overwhelmed For her to learn again the shape I make And I wish I could make you permanent Draw the answer in the sand But we didn’t know what it meant So it soaked back in the land And I know That even though My paint tastes like the dirty lake And those lake songs make my knees weak That those pencils will eventually claim all of my teeth I step into the evening sky Its reflected in the water there The weakness of timber and time Lays out before me like a sacred prayer And I, I think I wanna ask you Where does my body end? Cause maybe it’s just all the full moon But I feel everything I feel everything And I know That even though My paint tastes like the dirty lake And those lake songs make my knees weak That those pencils will eventually claim all of my teeth My paint tastes like the dirty lake And those lake songs make my knees weak That those pencils will eventually claim all of my teeth

Written by

Emily Roslyn Hoppe

Produced by

Antoine Gallois, Emily Roslyn Hoppe, Will Crosson

Featuring

Antoine Gallois, Chris Ross, Kevin Lafleur, Rachel Silverstein, Emily Roslyn Hoppe

Mixed by

Antoine Gallois

Mastered by

Philip Shaw Bova