Lyrics What's Wrong with This Picture - Lloyd Cole

What's Wrong with This Picture

Smile, she said, and if you want I’ll look the other way
Until you regain your melancholy disposition
Or until you get over yourself.
You’re such a European SOB, could you exist without your irony?
I guess that you’re afraid to alone or be alive
Or be a boy without a girl.
Monday morning, feeling alright
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all.
Open your eyes, there’s nothing but blue skies
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all.
Could you believe in anything?
Could I believe in you?
she said
And maybe I don’t want to be you mother
And could you bear to be sincere for just one day?
Smile, she said, and if you want I’ll look the other way
And you can go back to your Five Leaves Left
And you can call me when you get over yourself.
Monday morning, feeling alright
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all.
Open your eyes, there’s nothing but blue skies
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all.
Monday morning, feeling alright
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all.
Open your eyes, there’s nothing but blue skies
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all.
Monday morning, feeling alright
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all.
Open your eyes, there’s nothing but blue skies
What’s wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all.