Arctic Monkeys Fire And The Thud

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 laughter, and tell you how it feels?

And does burden come to meet you

If I’ve questions of the feature that rolls on your dream reel

The day after you stole my heart

Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you, with you

And now you’re hiding in my soup

And this book reveals your face

And you’re 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?

In the jostling crowd

You’re not allowed

To tell the truth

And the photo booth’s a liar!

There’s a sharpened explanation

But there’s no screaming reason to enquire

I’d like to poke them in their prying eyes with things

They’d never see if it smacked them in their temples