Slow Graffiti

Lyrics for Slow Graffiti

There's a portrait in a backroom 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 troubles 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, boy