Picture of You: Song

 

Here's a picture of you

Lit up by the internal light

Of the moon.  It was a

Super moon that night

 

And the story of God

Had not been told

And we had to wait a good

Long time to hear it out in the cold 

 

And I was the King of Fishers

And I was the king of song

But did I ever really get it

Or only get it wrong?

 

And look at all the people, Charlie 

Look at all the drugs

Look at the bullet casings

On the Turkish rugs

 

I knew you would come

Because even the beggar chooses life

Yes, even the beggar chooses life

And I knew you would come