Painting With Black

Sedona I told you I'd never come back The people on my lips, they don't belong here And the chalk on the walls does not exist And my mind clears to see it, to see it Stow away, oh stow away again And why would you run Why would you run with the one Why would you run Why would you run with the one Who paints with black Who paints with black Who paints with black Oh no The wind won't resist me, my lips are cracked The streets that I knew have run me ragged again And the rocks and the dirt served are not there And you stow away, you stow away And why would you run Why would you run with the one Why would you run Why would you run with the one Who paints with black Who paints with black Who paints with black Oh no Sedona, I thought I told ya Oh Sedona, I thought I told ya Sedona, I thought I told ya Oh Sedona, I thought I told ya And here's to you and your greed Hold on to the things you stole from me, for me Sedona I told ya I'd never come back, no The people on my lips, they don't belong here And oh the chalk on the walls does not exist I swear it exists And you stow away, you stow away And why would you run Why would you run with the one Why would you run Why would you run with the one Who paints with black Who paints with black Who paints with black Oh no