Belle and Sebastian

Slow Graffiti

There's a portrait
In a back room
Which I'll 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 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 (oh, oh oh oh)
F# G# to end.