Lyrics Lloyd Cole – What’s Wrong With This Picture?

Smile, she said, and if you want I’ll look the other way
Until you regain your melancholy disposition
Or until you get over yourself

You’re such a European SOB, could you exist without your irony?

Monday morning, feeling all right
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all

Open your eyes, there’s nothing but blue skies
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all

Could you believe in anything? Could I believe in you? she said
And maybe I don’t want to be you mother
And could you bear to be sincere for just one day?

Smile, she said, and if you want I’ll look the other way
And you can go back to your Five Leaves Left
And you can call me when you get over yourself

Monday morning, feeling all right
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all

Open your eyes, there’s nothing but blue skies
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all

Monday morning, feeling all right
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all

Open your eyes, there’s nothing but blue skies
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all

Monday morning, feeling all right
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all

Open your eyes, there’s nothing but blue skies
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all