Slow Graffiti

There's a portrait

In a back room

Which I keep for days upon

Which I relent

And gaze for hours on

The muscle, skin and bone of some

Imaginary friend.

So how about it?

Show me please how I

Will look in twenty years

And let me please

Interpret history

In every line and scar

That's painted there in front of me.

It doesn't matter what I'm thinking

What I tell myself to do

I'll end up calling.

I stay in to defrost the fridge

Now the kid has gone to bed

A feeling of dread

At least when she's around

The trouble's there

It's worse to wake up with her

Falling round the room.

Listen Johnny, you're like a mother

To the girl you've fallen for,

And you're still falling

Listen Johnny, you're like a mother

To the girl you've fallen for,

And you're still falling

And if they come tonight

You'll roll up tight

And take whatever's coming to you next