Slow Graffiti (Radio Session)

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 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 next.