I find it hard to catch my breath, It takes up all my time
There's a portrait of an older woman I'd love to hide behind
She had sheep drawn for her so she had them finally
And her sleep looked over by a man, she spent her life loving
Still, I see you outside in the light of noon
And I parting the curtains looking after you
While stuck with the others talking about the beautiful weather
The beautiful weather from the drawing room
You in the garden, me in the drawing-room
Ao the half-life of love lasts forever lest we be true
It's hard to treat myself well after what I put you through
Still, I stay forgetful somehow laugh the week away
And run so lightly from the bonds we left there to decay
Still, I see you outside in the light of noon
And I parting the curtains looking after you
While stuck with the others talking about the beautiful weather
The beautiful weather
Our beautiful weather
Beautiful weather, from the drawing-room
You in the garden, me in the drawing-room
In the garden, me in the drawing room
In the garden, me in the drawing room
In the garden, me in the drawing room
