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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Performer
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Bass Guitar
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Trumpet
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Vocals
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Drums
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Vocals
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitar
James Swinburne
James Swinburne
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Geddes
Chris Geddes
Songwriter
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Songwriter
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Songwriter
KILDEA BOBBY
KILDEA BOBBY
Songwriter
Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
Composer
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Songwriter
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Reynolds
Chris Reynolds
Engineer
Jason Mott
Jason Mott
Engineer
Todd Burke
Todd Burke
Engineer
Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Honey, lovin' you is the greatest thing
I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late and I love your soul
I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report
[Verse 2]
You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talkin' to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl and you don't even know it
I am livin' out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
And you're the funny little frog in my throat
[Verse 3]
My eyesight's fadin', my hearin's dim
I can't get insured for the state I'm in
I'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night
But I don't get disapproving from my girl
She gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls
[Verse 4]
You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talkin' to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl and you don't even know it
I am livin' out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
And you're the funny little frog in my throat
[Verse 5]
I had a conversation with you at night
It's a little one-sided, but that's alright
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark, changin' places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You've come to save my life again
[Verse 6]
I don't dare to touch your hand
I don't dare to think of you
In a physical way
And I don't know how you smell
You are the cover of my magazine
You're my fashion tip, a livin' museum
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
I'll maybe tell you all about it, someday
Written by: Chris Geddes, KILDEA BOBBY, Mick Cooke, Richard William Colburn, Sarah Ann Martin, Stevie Jackson, Stuart Murdoch
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