What's Wrong with This Picture - Lloyd Cole

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.