A Song for the Portrait on the Wall

There's a portrait of my grandfather The part of me that I will never meet I heard he liked to play alone in bars of Italy and Rome I've heard he's not a man you'd like to meet And there is a map up on my wall Of places I think now ill never see But ill hang it above my bed and every time I rest my head Ill dream of the mountains and the sea I've still got your book sat on my shelf It's twisted and it's torn at the seam And it's pages move no more and it's words dance to no chords Just part of you that I must always keep And there's a song about an ancient lover A song about the beast inside of me But when you've got no clever rhymes And you're tired all the time You need a song to pass some of this time I wrote a song to pass some of this time