Portrait

What could I say To have made you stay? [Verse 1] 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? [Chorus] 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? [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus 2] 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?