ARCTIC MONKEYS


Crying Lightning Lyrics

Outside the café 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 'n' mix

Said you're mistaken if you think I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
Then offered your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you have left and it was going to waste

Your pastimes 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 its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked 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've never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your pastimes 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 pastimes 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying

these lyrics are submitted by Matt Atlay
these lyrics are last corrected by cabbagekid

Songwriter(s): Alex Turner
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Ltd.
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