Текст песни Arctic Monkeys Fright Lined Dining Room

You thrive on dancing in our laps before
the more familiar chaps
who know the curtain leads to fever
We watched a womanizer cry
and in the last sip you
and I declared we might require a breather
I am a truth's true truant
and I can feign excitement fluently
as solidly as I can busk shock.


With well presented merriment
and I know all too well I shouldn't
break the key off in the lock
The tumble splits the frame
revealing silk and fits
in the fright lined dining room throw
a gaze towards them while they feast


The days drag their heels when you're not
there to crack the whip
And the weeks wait to burst
like a sachet of brats
The old pantomime villain follows my coat
and he hides where it hangs
and he spies through the slats


And meanwhile
in the desert's only
costume shop the cowls hang
and wait to rot away
the identities of the willing


I'm back to sugar in the night,
rocketing shutter doors despite
the shop not opening for hours
You can itch, flap and whistle.
Try to avoid the tock
as I scribbled over drivel
you were snoring showing off.


The tumble splits the frame revealing silk
and fits in the fright lined dining room
throw a gaze towards them while they feast.

Текст добавил weel24 4.7.2013 14:26

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