Picture Frame Paroles

You tell me that you'd never sell this
That the artist himself was beneath this
That life itself is within this
And I looked at the sky to worship the ground

And you never asked for nothing at all
But you asked me to close your 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
Pretends we're not lovers, just friends
And it gets to me, gets to me

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? And it gets to me, gets to me

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
But you asked me to come in from the cold
And you do your best as you fold me and unfold me again
And your never asked for nothing at all