Crying Lightning - Live
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๐ Lyrics
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 you're mistaken if you're thinkin' that I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you have left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
The 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 its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
The twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky cream man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
Crying lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
The twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning, whoa
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
The twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying
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 you're mistaken if you're thinkin' that I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you have left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
The 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 its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
The twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky cream man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
Crying lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
The twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning, whoa
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
The twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.63] Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
[00:22.49] You were practicing a magic trick
[00:26.66] And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
[00:31.65] On the last of your pick and mix
[00:35.61] Said you're mistaken if you're thinkin' that I haven't been called cold before
[00:40.89] As you bit into your strawberry lace
[00:45.02] And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
[00:49.79] It's all you have left and it was going to waste
[00:55.46] Your pastimes consisted of the strange
[00:59.62] The twisted and deranged
[01:01.81] And I love that little game you had called
[01:05.62] Crying lightning
[01:08.09] And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
[01:13.65]
[01:21.27] The next time that I caught my own reflection
[01:24.36] It was on its way to meet you
[01:27.04] Thinking of excuses to postpone
[01:30.62] You never looked like yourself from the side
[01:33.56] But your profile could not hide
[01:35.60] The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
[01:39.98] With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
[01:43.97] Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
[01:49.08] And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of reaction
[01:54.55] There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
[01:58.28] And your pastimes consisted of the strange
[02:03.63] The twisted and deranged
[02:05.95] And I hate that little game you had called
[02:09.67] Crying lightning
[02:11.91] And how you like to aggravate the icky cream man on rainy afternoons
[02:19.06] Uninviting
[02:22.15] But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
[02:28.33] Crying lightning
[02:30.76]
[03:02.78] Your pastimes consisted of the strange
[03:06.85] The twisted and deranged
[03:08.99] And I hate that little game you had called
[03:12.72] Crying lightning
[03:17.25] Crying lightning, whoa
[03:21.79] Crying lightning
[03:26.45] Crying lightning
[03:29.34] Your pastimes consisted of the strange
[03:34.34] The twisted and deranged
[03:36.68] And I hate that little game you had called
[03:40.45] Crying
[03:46.85]
[00:22.49] You were practicing a magic trick
[00:26.66] And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
[00:31.65] On the last of your pick and mix
[00:35.61] Said you're mistaken if you're thinkin' that I haven't been called cold before
[00:40.89] As you bit into your strawberry lace
[00:45.02] And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
[00:49.79] It's all you have left and it was going to waste
[00:55.46] Your pastimes consisted of the strange
[00:59.62] The twisted and deranged
[01:01.81] And I love that little game you had called
[01:05.62] Crying lightning
[01:08.09] And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
[01:13.65]
[01:21.27] The next time that I caught my own reflection
[01:24.36] It was on its way to meet you
[01:27.04] Thinking of excuses to postpone
[01:30.62] You never looked like yourself from the side
[01:33.56] But your profile could not hide
[01:35.60] The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
[01:39.98] With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
[01:43.97] Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
[01:49.08] And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of reaction
[01:54.55] There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
[01:58.28] And your pastimes consisted of the strange
[02:03.63] The twisted and deranged
[02:05.95] And I hate that little game you had called
[02:09.67] Crying lightning
[02:11.91] And how you like to aggravate the icky cream man on rainy afternoons
[02:19.06] Uninviting
[02:22.15] But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
[02:28.33] Crying lightning
[02:30.76]
[03:02.78] Your pastimes consisted of the strange
[03:06.85] The twisted and deranged
[03:08.99] And I hate that little game you had called
[03:12.72] Crying lightning
[03:17.25] Crying lightning, whoa
[03:21.79] Crying lightning
[03:26.45] Crying lightning
[03:29.34] Your pastimes consisted of the strange
[03:34.34] The twisted and deranged
[03:36.68] And I hate that little game you had called
[03:40.45] Crying
[03:46.85]