Tekster: Futureheads. The Futureheads. Le Garage.

Everything was ready but he had to run away
Shot for the money on the very same day
Le garage, le garage-rage
Le garage, le garage-rage

Everything was ready but he had to run away
Shot for the money on the very same day
Le garage, le garage-rage
Le garage, le garage-rage

You, you are the thing
With you tight skin, making me jealous
When you're asleep I knew you'll feed me well
And I agree that I never think now when I'm with you

And I won't say a word of it's true, if it's not true

And things pushed in my face
With locked arms, making me nuder to everything
You you give me sound, it's flushing with stains
I always think now when I'm with you

And I won't say a word of it's true, if it's not true
And I won't say a word of it's true, if it's not true