Slow Graffiti — текст песни (belle and sebastian)

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.