Alex Turner

Tomorrow I'll be quicker I'll stare into the strobe light flicker And afloat I'll stay But I'm quite alright hiding today Tomorrow I'll be faster I'll catch what I've been chasing after And have time to play I'm quite alright hiding today And I will

There's glass in the park Darling, I can't help but keep making appointments To sweep beneath the climbing frame If the sun's in your eyes, I'll tighten your blindfold, baby Don't worry your foot won't get cut Strut carelessly And when you say that y

I'm not the kind of fool who's gonna sit and sing to you, about stars, girl. But last night I looked up into the dark half of the blue, and they'd gone backwards. Something in your magnetism must have pissed them off, forcing them to get an early nig

I etched the face of a stopwatch on the back of a raindrop. And did a swap for the sand in an hourglass. I heard an unhappy ending. It sort of sounds like you're leaving. I heard the piledriver waltz. It woke me up this morning. You look like you've

It's like you're trying to get to heaven in a hurry And the queue was shorter than you thought it would be And the doorman says, "you need to get a wristband" You've got to lift between the pitfalls But you're looking like you're low on energy D

I'm not the kind of fool who's gonna sit and sing to you about stars, girl But last night I looked up into the dark half of the blue, and they'd gone backwards 
 Something in your magnetism must have pissed them off 
Forcing them to get an early nigh