Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning Lyrics
Outside the cafй by the cracker factoryYou were practicing a magic trickAnd my thoughts got rudeAs you talked and chewedOn the last of your pick n mixSaid your mistaken if you thinking that I an't been called cold beforeAs 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 wasteYour past timesConsisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I love that little game you had calledCrying LightningAnd how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoonsThe next time that I caught my own reflectionIt was on it's way to meet youThinking of excuses to postponeYou never look like yourself from the sideBut your profile did not hide,The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothacheSaw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a warAnd though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reactionThere was no cracks to grasp, no gaps to clawAnd your past timesConsisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I hate that little game you had calledCrying LightningAnd how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoonsUninvitingBut not have as impossible as everyone assumesYou are Crying LightningYour past timesConsisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I hate that little game you had calledCrying LightningCrying LightningCrying LightningCrying LightningYour past timesConsisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I hate that little game you had calledCrying
