Picture Frame

I didn’t notice anything strange

About the picture in your picture frame

It was drawn of a fountain in your body

Bought for a fiver most probably

Didn’t mean a lot to me, a lot to me

You tell me that you’d never sell this

That the artist himself was beneath this

That life itself was within this

And I looked at the sky to worship the ground

And you never asked for nothing at all

Even as the wolves glowered at my door

And you do your best to fold me and unfold me again

Time will make fools of us all

It’s time to find meaning or control

Every time we go out now you pretend

Pretend we're not lovers, just friends

And it gets to me, gets to me

You tell me the meaning of life is

To be happy and to give up loss

But you've never lost something you loved

But I turn around

How could I be angry at you?

When you never asked for nothing at all

Even as the wolves glowered at my door

And you do your best to fold me and unfold me again

And unfold me again

Ohh oohhh

And it gets to me, gets to me

Tell me the meaning of life is

To be happy and to give up loss

You never lost something you love

And I turn around

How can I be angry with you

When you never asked for nothing at all

But you ask to come in form the cold

And to warm your bed as you fold me and unfold me again

And you never asked for nothing at all