Robert (Pictures)

I met my equal

And they were a crook

I hid their evil

And they hid my good

i sang their praises

But they burnt the book

I saw my evil

And I was no good

I saw my fate

and they threw me a look

I didn’t understand it

Hung up on Mona Lisa hooks

I saw pretty places

All over my screen

But i couldn’t get there

And nor could he

Do we go to the pictures

To picture somewhere else than here?

Because it seems that i lose you

In the back row seats

I met my maker

And they were okay

Could’ve sworn they were faking

But i listened anyway

I saw pretty people

All over my dreams

But I couldn’t fathom

Which one was me

Do we go to the pictures

To picture someone else than me?

Because it seems that I lose you

In the back row seats

Maybe you’re trying to save me

From who I’d be instead

Because painful is easy

When you’re out of your head

Yeah I remember Euston

And that dark taxi

I should never have told you

Of how I was to be

You said you’d call my mother

And that’s what made it real

Now I’m sitting here smothered

And I can’t help but feel

Love is a lazy word

Love is a lazy word

Love is a lazy word

Love is a lazy word

Yeah I remember Euston

And that dark taxi

I should never have told you

Of how I wanted to leave

Now I’m sitting undercover

All wrapped up in fear

And I can’t help but fathom

And I can’t help but fear

Love is a lazy word

Love is a lazy word

Love is a lazy word

Love is a lazy word

So now I go to the pictures

All by myself

And I sit in the front seats

Trying to be someone else

Yeah these movies move me

And I like TV

But nothing can move me

Like the way I made you scream