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Slow Graffiti
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There's a portrait
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In a back room,
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Which I keep for days upon, which I relent
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And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some
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Imaginary friend.
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So how about it?
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Show me please how I will look in twenty years
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And let me please,
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Interpret history in every line and scar that's painted
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There in front of me.
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It doesn't matter what I'm thinking
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What I tell myself to do
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I'll end up calling.
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I stay in to defrost the fridge
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Now the kid has gone to bed
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A feeling of dread.
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At least when she's around the troubles there,
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It's worse to wake up with her falling round the room.
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Listen Johnny; you're like a mother
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To the girl you've fallen for,
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And you're still falling.
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Listen Johnny;
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You're like a mother to the girl you've fallen for,
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And you're still falling,
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And if they come tonight
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You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you next.
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Slow Graffiti
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| Belle & Sebastian |
