Tekster:
Bloc Party

To be lost in the forest, to be cut adrift You've been trying to reach me You bought me a book To be lost in the forest, to be cut adrift I've been paid

A heart of stone, a smoking gun I can give you life, I can take it away A heart of stone, a smoking gun I'm working it out, I'm working Feel so underrated

If your right hand is causing you pain Cut it off, cut it off If your colors have started to run Let them all run, run away from you There is lightning

Lord, give me grace and dancing feet And the power to impress Lord, give me grace and dancing feet Let me outshine the moon Is it so wrong to crave recognition

It will be hard, my love It will be hard but it can be done My kisses will put out The forest fire I started I will not let, I will not let You get further

I took it too far, I took it too far again Cut me down I took it too far, I took it too far again On the Lower East Side I took it too far, I took it

I can see it in your eyes now You have come to resent me Condescension in the silence Your fingers are tired, girl How they falter against my thigh Your

It's so cold in this house Open mouth swallowing us The children staying home from school Will not stop crying And I know that you're busy too, I know

He said, "You're just as boring as everyone else When you tut and you moan And you squeal and you squelch" He said, "You're just as boring as everyone