arctic monkeys
sandtrap
When you leave us through the patient doors That rattle in you ear will be the sound of our applause Rapturous, considered and due Oh the nasty laughter and desperate smirks are tangled in the boredom where our brittle kisses lurk well how can i believe you, when you can't believe your luck and the shades of past attraction lie visible but shy and blunt and weak and worn away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak oh the shades of past attraction lie visible but shy and blunt and weak and worn away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak in the trap you only want to be the first to laugh you only want to be the first in the sandtrap you only want to be the first to laugh and your climbing holes and cinder claws ring out the the alarm towards Farewell, Farewell Farewell