Crying Lightning Acoustic (Arctic Monkeys Cover)
Our vision of brilliant Arctic Monkeys single Crying Lightning 

Lyrics

Outside in 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 caught cold before 
As you bit into your strawberry lace 
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper 
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 
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war 
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction 
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw 

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

Crying Lightning Acoustic (Arctic Monkeys)

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lyrics

manta rays can't fly 
'cause heat
incinerates their fins 
my skin is burnt
my eyes have disappeared 
and I can only feel
I can only feel 

[chorus]that boiling ocean is breathing like me too
all tiny fishes are turning into stew 
their sunlit scales are sparkling like'a'stars
they'd left on my fingers glowing scars 

the whale-corpse drifts around like submarine 
its boiled flash is spreading glycerine 
brightly colored lines and spiny fins 
fragile coral reefs and lovely gills 

I want to have a look 
but I can only feel
all this fading glory 

[chorus]How boiling ocean is breathing with me too
How tiny fishes are turning into stew 
how sunlit scales are sparkling like'a'stars
and I'm licking on my fingers glowing scars

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