Crying Lightning - Arctic Monkeys

Outside the cafe by the crack of fatouhi when practicing a magic trick

And my thoughts got rude as I'm talking shoes on the last of your bacon mix

So you mistakenly think that I'll be colico before

As you bit into a strawberry glaze

And the flippin' wind, the tension, and the forms of a guckstap

All you saw have left the world was going to waste

Your past times consisted of the strains

A twist, a render, a rage

And I loved that little game, that cold

Crying like men

And how you liked to aggravate the ice cream

And irate the afternoons

The next time that I call my home reflection we was on his ways to meet you

Thinking of a scusa to pose for you never look like yourself from the side

But your proof I could arrive the fact you knew I wasn't approaching your throne

With folded arms you left the bench like a Tuesday

Student poof your chest so like I never lost your war

And for a tribe, do not you serve them, dear Ignatius of Erection?

The West, no Crest, no Crab, to grab, to sclaw, and your pastime

Consisted of the straight, and twister, and the ray, and I hate that little gamehead called

Crying like this

And how you lied to I grew the aching

Then I radioed the news

Uninvited

But now it feels impossible

Is everyone assumes you are

Crying like this

Your past times consisted of the strange

Your twists, your injuries

And I hate that little game you had called

Crying like this

Crying like this, woah

Crying like this

Crying like this, woah

Last time, consisted of the straight

And twins surrendering

And I hate that it's you gave me a cold cry