Postcard Of A Painting

I'm losing

More than I'll ever have,

I'm losing

More than I'll ever give,

I'm losing

More than I'll ever have,

I'm losing

More than I'll ever give to you

Picture me with you

But you couldn't do it,

Everything I said

Was true but I couldn't prove it

Your eyes are big when they're so close,

Why can't we say goodbye in public,

Your eyes are big when they're so close,

Why can't we say goodbye in public

Picture me with you

But you couldn't do it,

Everything I said

Was true but I couldn't prove it,

And I'll admit there was a web

But it wasn't me who spun it,

Now I've made my bed

But you wouldn't lie down in it

I wrote my feelings down in a rush,

I didn't even check the spelling,

And closed the postcard of a painting

You are just another thing that I have yet to fathom,

Oooh you are just another thing I've yet to fathom

And I'm losing more than I'll ever have,

I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you

Picture me with you

But you couldn't do it,

Everything I said

Was true but I couldn't prove it,

And I'll admit there was a web

But it wasn't me who spun it,

Now I've made my bed

But you wouldn't lie down in it