SLOW GRAFFITI There's a portrait In a back room Which I'll 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 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 trouble's 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