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 she come tonight You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you now
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Christopher Thomas Geddes (Geddes Christopher) (PPL - I), Isobel Karen Campbell (PPL - I), Richard William Colburn (Richard Colburn) (PPL - I), Sarah Ann Martin (Martin Sarah) (PPL - I), Stephen Thomas Jackson (Jackson Stephen) (PPL - I), Stuart David, Stuart Lee Murdoch (PPL - I)Publicado em 2006 (24/Fev) e lançado em 2005 (24/Mai)ECAD verificado fonograma #1034622 em 23/Abr/2024