Chord Gitar Crying Lightning – Arctic Monkeys

 
                                  
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
                             
You were practicing a magic trick
                                      
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
                            
On the last of your pick and mix


                                                                    
Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
                                
As you bit into your strawberry lace
                                              
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
                                         
Is all you have left and it was going to waste



Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called

Crying lightning

And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons


                                
The next time that I caught my own reflection
                   
It was on it's way to meet you
                            
Thinking of excuses to postpone
                                   
You never look like yourself from the side
                      
But your profile did not hide
                                           
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne


                                              
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
                                                   
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
                                                 
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
                                        
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw


                           
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
   
And twisted and deranged
     
And I hate that little game you had called
      
Crying lightning
                   
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons


    
Uninviting
   
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
                     
You are crying lightning



Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called
      
Crying lightning

Crying lightning
      
Crying lightning

Crying lightning


                  
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
   
And twisted and deranged
    
And I hate that little game you had called
      
Crying