Lyrics

You paint a lonely mood But if I may say so I saw this one coming From miles ago And as the sirens sing I think it's fair to say you're hurting But I'm hurting too As for me, I won't let you down I won't turf you out, I will do you proud I earn a decent wage I could control my rage when fighting I will win for you And I could drive you around And I could hold back your hair while you were Sick on my new suede shoes As for me, I won't let you down I won't turf you out, I will do you proud I've been telling stories, stories about you I've been forging memories, the way that dictators do The way you taught me to I have a picture of you Within a frame of gold leaf but the glass is gone I threw it to the floor That time when we were fighting But you weren't there As for you, I won't let you go I will keep you close I will make you see