We walked out like lions, shot our prey,
And moved noisily towards the gate.
Our prey has widened my eyes,
Are you hungry now?
Are you hungry now?
We like to watch the fights break out and end in creep from these cheap plastic seats, and hold each other a little closer
We've got a place for the night,
What are you worried about?
We've got our answer phones
Are you hungry now?
Are you hungry for?
We've got our alibi straight,
What are you worried about?
I think I liked you more
When you were worse.
Black birds, and we're back again,
I caught a shot but my heart's still beating,
Start shaking your hips at me,
You can learn a little lesson in photography. Sure.
We like to watch the fights break out and end in creep from these cheap plastic seats, and hold each other a little closer.
We've got our friends in the city,
What are you worried about?
We've got our alibis,
Are you hungy now?
Are you hungry for?
We've got our answer phones on,
What are you worried about?
I think I liked you more when you were worse.
(Duh-duh-duh)
And at the point of taking you right outside,
Hanging suspended in the air,
In the room where I used to stay.
You'll find the time if you need it.
Two thousand, five hundred miles apart,
And I've never saw you clearer.
We prayed for moments like this.
Little sparks, little hits from someone else's garden
Hanging out in Dorking town centre never felt so relaxing.
Bring out the real front.
Turn on the fake drums.
(Duh-duh-duh)