Jeannie paints a picture of a photograph she's kept
Seven years and wondering if anything is left
In his heart for her for true love is pure
Oh but she knows for sure is how upset
Michael was and is a butcher in a family line
Working every hour he can to occupy his mind
And in time he'll find that true love is blind
Oh but all he knows for sure is how to forget
God only knows what the future holds
But what if you don't believe what you've been sold?
What is to be
When two proud hearts living don't know
What they could be
Beating all odds and circling a grave of convenience
Where feelings are buried and kept away from
Light up a cigarette and wallow in the pain
Take the easy option and worship in the rain
And in time I'll pray the spark you'll regain
And light up your hearts all over again
Jeannie paints a picture of a photograph she's kept
Seven years and wondering
Seven years and wondering
Seven years and wondering
Seven years and wondering
Seven years