Crying Lightning
Outside the cafe by the cracker factoryYou were practising a magic trickAnd my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewedOn the last of your pick and mix
Said you're mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold beforeAs you bit into your strawberry laceAnd then a flip in your attention in the form of a gob stopperIs all you have left and it was going to waste
Your past-times, consisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I love that little game you had calledCrying lightningAnd how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflectionIt was on it's way to meet youThinking of excuses to postponeYou never look like yourself from the sideBut your profile did not hideThe fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothacheSaw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a warAnd though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reactionThere was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your past-times, consisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I hate that little game you had calledCrying lightningAnd how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
UninvitingBut not half as impossible as everyone assumesYou are crying lightning
Your past-times, consisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I hate that little game you had calledCrying lightningCrying lightningCrying lightningCrying lightning
Your past-times, consisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I hate that little game you had calledCrying