An old-fashioned message

[Me gusta mucho más la versión de estudio, pero es aceptable]

I'm losing more than I'll ever have,
I'm losing more than I'll ever give,
I'm losing more than I'll ever have,
I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you
Picture me with you but you couldn't do it,
Everything I said was true but I couldn't prove it
Your eyes are big when they're so close,
Why can't we say goodbye in public,
Your eyes are big when they're so close,
Why can't we say goodbye in public
Picture me with you but you couldn't do it,
Everything I said was true but I couldn't prove it,
And I'll admit there was a web

But it wasn't me who spun it,
Now I've made my bed but you wouldn't lie down in it
I wrote my feelings down in a rush,
I didn't even check the spelling,
And closed the postcard of a painting
You are just another thing that I have yet to fathom,
Oooh you are just another thing I've yet to fathom
And I'm losing more than I'll ever have,
I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you
Picture me with you but you couldn't do it,
Everything I said was true but I couldn't prove it,
And I'll admit there was a web

But it wasn't me who spun it,
Now I've made my bed but you wouldn't lie down in it

[Maximo Park, Postcard of a painting]

[Sorolla, Desnudo de mujer (1902)]