Slow Graffiti Songtext
von Belle and Sebastian

There′s a portrait in a backroom
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, boy