You got your H.P. Lovecraft / Your Edgar Allan Poe / You got your unkind of ravens / And your murder of crows
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Arctic Monkeys
Running off over the next door’s garden / Before the hour is done / It’s more a question of feeling / Than it is a question of fun
She’s thunderstorms / Lying on her front / Up against the wall / She’s thunderstorms
I can’t explain, but I wanna try / There’s this image of you and I / And it goes dancing by in the morning / And in the night time
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner / Breathing in your dust / I wanna be your Ford Cortina / I will never rust
Lady, where has your love gone? / I was looking, but can’t find it anywhere / They always offer when there’s loads of love around / But when you’re short of some, it’s nowhere to be found
Have you got colour in your cheeks? / Do you ever get that fear that you can’t shift / The type that sticks around like summat in your teeth? / Are there some aces up your sleeve?
You used to get it in your fishnets / Now you only get it in your night dress / Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness / Landed in a very common crisis
Made me kiss ya’ with a whisper / And violently you swung, through unfamiliar tounge / Couldn’t listen to tradition, grabbed me by the wrist to silently insist / And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
(Shall I keep rolling?) / Well, oh, they might wear classic Reeboks / Or knackered Converse / Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks