I didn't notice anything strange

About the picture in your picture frame

It was drawn of a fountain in your paris

Bought for a fiver most probably

Didn't mean a lot to me, a lot to me.

You tell me that you'd never sell this

That the artist himself was beneath this

That life itself was within this

And I look to the sky to worship the ground.

And you never asked for nothing at all

Even as the wolves clawed at your door

And you do your best to fold me

And unfold me again.

Time will make fools of us all

It's time to find meaning or control

Every time we go out now you pretend

Pretend we're not lovers just friends

And it gets to me, gets to me.

You tell me the meaning of life is

To be happy and to give up loss

But you never lost something you loved

But I turn around, how could I be angry at you?

When you never asked for nothing at all

Even as the wolves clawed at your door

And you do your best to fold me

And unfold me again

Never fold me again.

And it gets to me, gets to me.

Tell me the meaning of life is

To be happy and to give up loss

You never lost something you loved

And I turn around, how could I be angry at you?

When you never asked for nothing at all

But you asked me to come in from the cold

And to warm your bed as you fold me

And unfold me again

And you never asked for nothing at all.