Arctic Monkeys

When she laughs,

The heavens hum a stun-gun lullaby

Those twinkling vixens with the shining spiral eyes

Their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she's walking by.

You're at a loss,

Just because,

It wasn't all that you thought it was.

She said I want to sleep in the city

That never wakes up,

And revel in nostalgia.

You are the fugitive,

But you don't know what you're running from.

Fiendish wonder in a carnival's wake

Dull caresses once again irritate.

Tread softly, stranger

Move over toward the danger that you seek.

It seems as we become the winners,

You lose a bit of summat

And half wonder if you won it at all.