Tuesday, October 6, 2009

You showed me my tomorrow

Beside a box of matches

A welcome threatening stir

My hopes of being stolen

Might just ring true

Depends who you prefer

But if it’s true you’re gonna run away

Tell me where

I’ll meet you there

Am I snapping the excitement

If I pack away the laguther

And tell you how it feels

And does burden come to meet ya

If I’ve questions of the feature that runs on your dream wheel

The day after you stole my heart,

Everything i touched told me it would be better shared with you

And you're hiding in my soup

And the book reveals your face

And ??? splashing in in the my eyelids

The concentration continually breaks

I did request the mark you cast

Didn’t heal as fast

I hear your vioce in silences

Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?

And the jostling crowd

You’re not allowed to tell the truth

And the photobooth’s a liar

And the sharpened explanations

But theres no screaming reason to inquire

I’d like to poke them in their prying eyes with things they never see if it's ??? in their temples

the fire and the thud. written by alex turner.

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