Crying Lightning

Crying Lightning - Deluxe Vagabonds

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 your thinking 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

Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your pastimes 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 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 occupy the bench like toothache

Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war

And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of reaction

There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

Your pastimes 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 ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

Crying Lightning

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

Crying Lightning

Your pastimes consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called

Crying Lightning

Crying Lightning

Crying Lightning

Crying Lightning

Your pastimes consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called

Crying Lightning