Slow Graffiti
Belle & Sebastian
Push Barman to Open Old Wounds (2005)

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 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