Текст: Maximo Park. 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 but 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
And I'll admit 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 the postcard of a painting
You are just another thing that I have yet to fathom
Oh you are just another thing I've yet to fathom

And 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
And I'll admit 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