Belle Andamp; Sebastian Slow Graffiti Lyrics

Slow Graffiti Lyrics

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.