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 paint brush and create a door way
Thats what I say, that's what I say
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
You're not the quitting kind
You're not the quitting kind
There a 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 paint brush as a transporter
Stead 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 OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
You're not the quitting kind
Of all the people I know who
Are in places just like you
Your 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 OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Take it nice and slow my baby
Everything is OK and you're doin' fine
Not the quitting kind
Quitting kind