Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning



victor_the_red



I sat in the cafe by the cracker factory 

You were practicing a magic trick 

And my thoughts got rude, 

As you talked and chewed 

On the last of your pick and mix 



Said your mistaken if your thinking that 

I haven't been caught cold before 

As you bit into your strawberry lace 

And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper 

Is all you have left and it was going to waste 



Your past-times, consisted of the strange 

And twisted and deranged 

And I love that little game you had called 

Crying lightning 

And how you like to aggravate

The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons 



The next time that I caught my own reflection 

It was on it's way to meet you 

Thinking of excuses to postpone 

You never look like yourself from the side 

But your profile would not hide 

The fact you knew I was approaching your throne 



With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache 

Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war 

And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction 

There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw 

And your past-times, consisted of the strange 

And twisted and deranged 

And I hate that little game you had called 

Crying lightning 

And how you like to aggravate

The icky man on rainy afternoons 



Uninviting 

But not half as impossible as everyone assumes 

You are crying lightning 



Your past-times, consisted of the strange 

And twisted and deranged 

And I hate that little game you had called 

Crying lightning 

Crying lightning 

Crying lightning 

Crying lightning 

Your past-times, consisted of the strange 

And twisted and deranged 

And I hate that little game you had called 

Crying