Lyrics:

Theres 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 Thats Painted
there In Front Of Me.

it Doesnt Matter What Im Thinking
what I Tell Myself To Do
ill End Up Calling.

i Stay In To Defrost The Fridge
now The Kid Has Gone To Bed
a Feeling Of Dread.
at Least When Shes Around The Troubles There,
its Worse To Wake Up With Her Falling Round The Room.

listen Johnny; Youre Like A Mother
to The Girl Youve Fallen For,
and Youre Still Falling.

listen Johnny;
youre Like A Mother To The Girl Youve Fallen For,
and Youre Still Falling,
and If They Come Tonight
youll Roll Up Tight And Take Whatevers Coming To You Next.