Postcard of a Painting
I'm losing more than I'll ever have
I'm losing more than I'll ever give
I'm losing more than I'll ever have
I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you
Picture me with you
You couldn't do it
Everything I said was true-but
I couldn't prove it
Your eyes are big when they're so close
Why can't we say Goodbye in public
Your eyes are big when they're so close
Why can't we say Goodbye in public
Picture me with you
But you couldn't do it
Everything I said was true-but
I couldn't prove it
I'll admit that there's a web
But it wasn't me who spun it
Now I've made my bed
But you wouldn't lie down in it
I wrote my feelings down in a rush
I didn't even check the spelling
Enclosed a Postcard of a Painting
You are just another thing that I have yet to fathom
You are just another thing I've yet to fathom
And I'm losing more than I'll never have
I'm losing more than I'll never give to you
Picture me with you
You couldn't do it
Everything I said was true-but
I couldn't prove it
I'll admit that that there's a web
But it wasn't me who spun it
No I've made my bed
But you wouldn't lie down in it
Writer(s): Archis Tiku, Lukas James Wooller, Duncan Robert Lloyd, Paul Anthony Smith, Thomas Alexander English
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