Текст Kele – Portrait
Текст:
What could I say
To have made you stay?
Picture me twenty-three, wide-eyed and hopeless
On a mattress in E2 awaiting your bike
The flat seems much smaller
Than memories allow for
All of those afternoons
When will your lecture be through?
Than memories allow for
All of those afternoons
When will your lecture be through?
So I play a trick on you
Could that be my one sickest move?
I yield and sit for you
Assume the pose you placed me in
What could I say
To have made you stay?
I offered my mind, but you wanted my body
A trifling diversion to swallow your time
Is that what they teach you
In St. Martin’s College?
Don’t make me wait too long
See how my love will burn strong
So I play a trick on you
Could that be my one sickest move?
I yield and sit for you
Assume the pose you placed me in
Ochre and burgundy
A canvas for a lovesick dream
I yield and sit for you
Assume the pose you put me in
What could I say
To have made you stay?
