Crying Lightning

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Outside the café by the cracker factory you were practisin’ a magic trick.
And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed on the last of your pick and mix.
You said “You’re mistaken if you’re thinking that I haven’t been called ‘cold’ before”
as you bit into your strawberry lace.
Then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
it’s all you had left and it was going to waste.

Your pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I love that little game you had called ‘Crying Lightning’
and how you liked to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection it was on its way to meet you,
thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never look like yourself from the side but your profile could not hide
the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache,
stood and puffed your chest out like you’d never lost a war.
Although I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
there was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.

And your pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called ‘Crying Lightning’
and how you liked to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons.
Uninviting, but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are.

Humbug (Bonus Track Version)

Track Count: 11
Artist: Arctic Monkeys
Explicit: Explicit
Released: August 19, 2009
℗ 2009 Domino Recording Co Ltd


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