The writing on the wall
Three words that you recall
Every time you say you see my smile in front of anyone
A picture painted like
Two hands were both a-tied
But you always reckoned yourself somewhat of an artist
Your drawings were the best
A simple architect
You never let me draw a single line
How blind were we not to see
A simple melody
Is enough to finish any perfect picture
Used to the view of the ceiling cracks
Many a time lay, on our backs
And recite every line to your favourite film
The 'sense' less of it all
Three weeks without a call
You know I'm not one to play you like a fool
How to make amends
Three words but now it's less
Truth be told, I reckon we'd always fight
We'd get too drunk to see alright
And you'd bring up what I said three months before
That I just can't recall
Used to say you could be in a dream when I
Turn off the TV
And touch your thigh
'Cause you know that I'm all ears
For tonight
