Grand Sun A Picture
We'd love to tell you a little story
About a married man
And the girl whose eyes float down
Deep down you know
Not quite what she's saying there
But you'll see, oh yes, you'll see
Deep down you know she's right
The perfect measure for
How I think of her
Is two squalid years
Full of deception and illusion
And this scent of a dulcet handcrafted heart
Made of cotton, full of the scent
And a picture of me in my bed
Smiling all the time to you
It's what I see, and you, and me
And a picture of me in my bed
Smiling all the time to you
It's what I see, and you, and me
(Then again)
And then again Mr. Simon
Please know love was right
And it was for awhile
They said ‘hold on to that'
And between those fields
And the Spanish eyes
And these bright blue eyes
(She's so right)
Deep down you know she's right
The perfect measure for
How I think of her
Is two squalid years
Full of deception and illusion
And this scent of a dulcet handcrafted heart
Made of cotton full of the scent of you
And a picture of me in my bed
Smiling all the time to you
It's what I see, and you, and me
And a picture of me in my bed
Smiling all the time to you
It's what I see, and you, and me
Fold the mess, and everything will pass
Fold the mess, and everything will pass
