I didn't notice anything strange. About the picture in your picture frame. It was drawn of a fountain in your body. 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 looked at the sky to worship the ground. And you never asked for nothing at all. Even as the wolves glowered at my 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've 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 glowered at my door. And you do your best to fold me and unfold me again. And unfold me again. Ohh oohh. 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 love. And I turn around. How could I be angry at you?. When you never asked for nothing at all. But you ask 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