• I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
  • Mardy Bum
  • Fake Tales of San Francisco
  • Dancing Shoes
  • When the Sun Goes Down
  • Fluorescent Adolescent
  • The View from the Afternoon
  • A Certain Romance
  • Teddy Picker
  • Riot Van
  • Do I Wanna Know?
  • From the Ritz to the Rubble
  • Still Take You Home
  • Brianstorm
  • Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured
  • Old Yellow Bricks
  • R U Mine?
  • You Probably Couldn't See for the Lights but You Were Staring Straight at Me
  • D Is for Dangerous
  • Balaclava
  • Do Me a Favour
  • 505
  • This House Is a Circus
  • Only Ones Who Know
  • Perhaps Vampires Is a Bit Strong But...
  • If You Were There, Beware
  • Crying Lightning
  • The Bad Thing
  • Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?
  • Arabella
  • My Propeller
  • One for the Road
  • Cornerstone
  • Snap Out of It
  • I Wanna Be Yours
  • No. 1 Party Anthem
  • Dangerous Animals
  • Knee Socks
  • Don't Sit Down 'Cause I've Moved Your Chair
  • Secret Door
  • I Want It All
  • Dance Little Liar
  • Fireside
  • Potion Approaching
  • Mad Sounds
  • Fire and the Thud
  • Pretty Visitors
  • She's Thunderstorms
  • Black Treacle
  • The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala


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 there's a splashing in my eyelids
The concentration continually breaks

I did request the mark you cast
Didn't heal as fast
I hear your voice 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 photo booth's a liar
And the sharpened explanations

But there's no screaming reason to inquire
I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes
With things they never see if it smacks in their temples
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