Songtext von Slow Graffiti

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