[Verse 1]

Try to find myself

How many frames will it take?

Try not to write my own name

Least of all, for my sake

What do I hope to gain?

It's not my name on the edge

If I'm unwilling to paint

I should fade away

[Pre-Chorus]

Trouble is, I gotta do this just to keep myself sane

Craft a thousand empty frames just for the sake of my pain

But I remember her whisper

Your life is your work

[Chorus]

Shadows were my armor, naked light in my chest

Friends with all my ghosts, deep within me they rest

Well, what do I remember of a house in a field?

The fire in, the fire out, so the varnish revealed

Faces fade into memory, one too many goodbyes

Every tack in the corner, every word, revise

Set canvas, wait my turn, no reward left to earn

Save to yearn, there is so much to learn

[Verse 2]

I turn and face myself

Have you a painting to frame?

It's just a work in progress

But a work all the same

All you need to do

Is practice holding a brush

If you're unwilling to try

You should just turn away

[Pre-Chorus]

Trouble is, I gotta do this to have something to fear

Where once before was something blank with my name on the back

But I remember her whisper

Your life is your work

[Bridge]

I walk the halls of empty museums

Imagining my name hanging there

But who wants an empty frame?

I walk the halls of empty museums

Imagining my name hanging there

But who wants an empty frame?

[Chorus]

Shadows were my armor

Naked light in my chest

Friends with all of my ghosts

Deep within me, they rest

Well, what do I remember of a house in a field?

The fire in, the fire out, so the varnish revealed

Faces fade into memory, one too many goodbyes

Every tack in the corner, every word, revise

Set canvas, wait my turn, no reward left to earn

Save to yearn, there is so much to learn

(I walk the halls of empty museums)

Shadows were my armor

Naked light in my chest

(Imagining my name there)

Friends with all of my ghosts

Deep within me, they rest

Well, what do I remember of a house in a field?

(But who wants an empty frame?)

The fire in, the fire out, so the varnish revealed

(I walk the halls of empty museums)

Faces fade into memory, one too many goodbyes

(Imagining my name there)

Every tack in the corner, every word, revise

Set canvas, wait my turn, no reward left to earn

(But who wants an empty frame?)

Save to yearn, there is so much to learn