There's a corner you painted yourself in
I'm not sure what was your intention
Now you're trapped alone on an island
And you can't swim, no you can't swim
All the windows mocking your sad face
As you dwell disgruntled and at bay
Take your paintbrush, create a doorway
That's what I say, that's what I say
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
You're not the quittin' kind
You're not the quittin' kind
There are drifters painting beside you
They don't see the future that I do
Don't let one small corner define you
It's behind you, it's behind you
Use your paintbrush as a transporter
Instead of drawing preventive borders
Paint a symphony of supporters
That's an order, that's an order
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
You're not the quittin' kind
Of all the people I know who
Are in places just like you
You're most likely to get through
So keep painting the doorways
And do everything your way
Know there are always more ways to
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is okay and you're doin' fine
You're not the quittin' kind
Quittin' kind
