Outside 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 called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
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
Stood and puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00]
[00:18.12]Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
[00:21.66]You were practicing a magic trick
[00:26.08]And my thoughts got rude,
[00:28.70]As you talked and chewed
[00:31.01]On the last of your pick and mix
[00:33.97]
[00:34.92]Said your mistaken if your thinking that
[00:36.92]I haven't been called cold before
[00:39.95]As you bit into your strawberry lace
[00:48.72]Is all you have left and it was going to waste
[00:52.14]
[00:54.23]Your past-times, consisted of the strange
[00:58.20]And twisted and deranged
[01:00.34]And I love that little game you had called
[01:04.21]Crying lightning
[01:06.35]And how you like to aggravate
[01:08.58]The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
[01:11.68]
[01:19.29]The next time that I caught my own reflection
[01:22.48]It was on it's way to meet you
[01:25.17]Thinking of excuses to postpone
[01:28.66]You never look like yourself from the side
[01:31.43]But your profile did not hide
[01:33.58]The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
[01:37.13]
[01:37.80]With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
[01:41.99]Stood and puff your chest out like you never lost a war
[01:46.89]And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
[01:55.66]And your past-times, consisted of the strange
[02:00.95]And twisted and deranged
[02:03.24]And I hate that little game you had called
[02:07.00]Crying lightning
[02:09.03]And how you like to aggravate
[02:11.38]The icky man on rainy afternoons
[02:14.61]
[02:16.02]Uninviting
[02:19.03]But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
[02:23.38]You are crying lightning
[02:27.55]
[02:50.00]
[02:54.71]Your past-times, consisted of the strange
[02:58.84]And twisted and deranged
[03:01.23]And I hate that little game you had called
[03:05.02]Crying lightning
[03:09.35]Crying lightning
[03:13.46]Crying lightning
[03:17.96]Crying lightning
[03:21.12]Your past-times, consisted of the strange
[03:26.30]And twisted and deranged
[03:28.55]And I hate that little game you had called
[03:32.09]Crying
Outside 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 called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
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
Stood and puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00]
[00:18.12]Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
[00:21.66]You were practicing a magic trick
[00:26.08]And my thoughts got rude,
[00:28.70]As you talked and chewed
[00:31.01]On the last of your pick and mix
[00:33.97]
[00:34.92]Said your mistaken if your thinking that
[00:36.92]I haven't been called cold before
[00:39.95]As you bit into your strawberry lace
[00:48.72]Is all you have left and it was going to waste
[00:52.14]
[00:54.23]Your past-times, consisted of the strange
[00:58.20]And twisted and deranged
[01:00.34]And I love that little game you had called
[01:04.21]Crying lightning
[01:06.35]And how you like to aggravate
[01:08.58]The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
[01:11.68]
[01:19.29]The next time that I caught my own reflection
[01:22.48]It was on it's way to meet you
[01:25.17]Thinking of excuses to postpone
[01:28.66]You never look like yourself from the side
[01:31.43]But your profile did not hide
[01:33.58]The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
[01:37.13]
[01:37.80]With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
[01:41.99]Stood and puff your chest out like you never lost a war
[01:46.89]And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
[01:55.66]And your past-times, consisted of the strange
[02:00.95]And twisted and deranged
[02:03.24]And I hate that little game you had called
[02:07.00]Crying lightning
[02:09.03]And how you like to aggravate
[02:11.38]The icky man on rainy afternoons
[02:14.61]
[02:16.02]Uninviting
[02:19.03]But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
[02:23.38]You are crying lightning
[02:27.55]
[02:50.00]
[02:54.71]Your past-times, consisted of the strange
[02:58.84]And twisted and deranged
[03:01.23]And I hate that little game you had called
[03:05.02]Crying lightning
[03:09.35]Crying lightning
[03:13.46]Crying lightning
[03:17.96]Crying lightning
[03:21.12]Your past-times, consisted of the strange
[03:26.30]And twisted and deranged
[03:28.55]And I hate that little game you had called
[03:32.09]Crying
Old yellow bricks
Love's a risk
Quite the little escapologist
Looked so miffed
When you wished
For a thousand places better than this
You are the fugi...
I said, who's that girl there?
I wonder what went wrong so that she had to roam the streets
She don't do major credit cards, I doubt she does receipts...
One for the road,
ooh ooh
One for the road,
ooh ooh
From the bottom of your heart
A relegation zone
I saw this coming from the start
The shake, rattl...
He knew what he wanted to say
But he did not want to word it
The dirty little Herbert
Was thinking an escape
But the place was well guarded
The guilty...
Well the morning was complete
And there was tears on the steering wheel,
dripping on the seat
Several hours or several weeks
I have the cheek to say t...
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their tri...
You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common cris...
Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks
Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The point's th...