Arctic Monkeys Follow

You showed me my tomorrow
Beside a box of matches
A welcome threatening stir

My hopes of being stolen
Might just ring true
Depends who you prefer

If it�s true you�re gonna run away
Tell me where
I�ll meet you there

Am i snapping the excitement,
If I pack away the laughter
And tell you how it feels

And does burden come to meet ya
If I�ve questions of the feature
that rolls on your dream reel

The day after you stole my heart,
Everything I touched told me
It would be better shared with you

And you're hiding in my soup
And the book reveals your face
And there's a splashing in my eyelids
The concentration continually breaks
I did request the mark you cast
Didn�t heal as fast
I hear your voice in silences
Were the teasing of the fire
be followed by the thud?

And the jostling crowd
You�re not allowed to tell the truth
And the photo booth�s a liar

And the sharpened explanations
But there's no screaming reason to enquire

I�d like to poke them in their prying eyes
With things they'd never see if it smacks them in their temples