Belle & Sebastian - Slow Graffiti Lyrics
Theres a portraitIn a back room,Which I keep for days upon, which I relentAnd gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of someImaginary friend.So how about it?Show me please how I will look in twenty yearsAnd let me please,Interpret history in every line and scar thats paintedThere in front of me.It doesnt matter what Im thinkingWhat I tell myself to doIll end up calling.I stay in to defrost the fridgeNow the kid has gone to bedA feeling of dread.At least when shes around the troubles there,Its worse to wake up with her falling round the room.Listen johnny; youre like a motherTo the girl youve fallen for,And youre still falling.Listen johnny;Youre like a mother to the girl youve fallen for,And youre still falling,And if they come tonightYoull roll up tight and take whatevers coming to you next.