CRYING LIGHTNING lyrics by Arctic Monkeys

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Sat in the cafe 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 and mix





Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before


As you bit into your strawberry lace


And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper


Is all you have left and it was going to waste






Your past-times, 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 it's way to meet you


Thinking of excuses to postpone


You never look like yourself from the side


But your profile did not hide


The fact you knew I was approaching your throne





With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache


Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war


And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction



There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw





And your past-times, 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 past-times, 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 past-times, consisted of the strange


And twisted and deranged


And I hate that little game you had called


Crying!