[Verse 1 — delicate keys, crooked bass] I scrape the dust from painted gold Keep every canvas from growing old Ten perfect rooms, one hairline crack And that's the room you drag me back [Pre-Chorus — warm harmonies] My paintings sleep beneath the stairs No one remembers they are there [Chorus — dramatic, soaring] Welcome to the museum of almost Where nothing beautiful survives The smallest flaw becomes the headline And every triumph disappears I'd clear these halls and paint them empty Let my colors fill the walls But little eyes come here for wonder And they'd lose their world as well (Almost, almost, never enough) [Verse 2 — restless breakbeat] You want the colors brighter still I mix the paint against my will [Bridge — bare piano] If I preserve what everyone adores Who's saving anything of yours? [Outro — falsetto] I sign another restoration And leave my name off my creation
