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