Tom Milsom - Watching Paint Dry lyrics

I'm sitting here in hope that I can Get some piece of mind, And I'm hoping that the paint fumes Will provide me with the time To think about how I will go And turn this house into a home For all of us. I painted it on Monday And it's drying still today And off the walls but on my mind's That horrible wallpaper That was pasted on the walls And made the room feel rather small And dark and sad. So I laid down the paper and Picked up my brushes to start, Painting over this old home To make it peel like it's my own But desperate not to be alone, Cause this home needs a heart, And I'm watching the paint dry on the walls And every time I think I hear The sound of someone coming near, I turn to see who's there And there's never anybody there at all. Yesterday the walls were grey But now it's kinda blue, It makes the room feel larger It's an incandescent hue That makes me think of electricity And people living in the city below. I've worked the first half of my life To spend the second in this place And I'm only just discovering Part of the human race That's looking round for someone They would like to Spend the days and maybe might to Fall in love with one another Settle down, become a mother And I'm watching the paint dry on the wall Staring blankly to the other Wondering if I could even Be the man that someone would Like to give their all, and I'm watching the pain dry on the wall, And I'll wait for opportunity to call.