Crying Lightning
Arctic Monkeys Lyrics

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
I saw you practicing a magic trick outside a cafe near a cracker factory.

You were practicing a magic trick
You were performing a magic trick with playing cards.

And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed, On the last of your pick and mix
My thoughts turned a bit impolite as I watched you talk while eating the last of your candy mix.

Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called "cold" before"
You responded to my unspoken judgment with the statement that you've been called "cold" before.

As you bit into your strawberry lace, And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
You bit into a candy lace and then offered me a gobstopper as a kind of apology.

It's all you had left and it was going to waste
You felt bad wasting the candy, so you offered it to me.

Your pastimes, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I love that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
You had unusual hobbies that I found interesting, particularly the game you called "Crying Lightning."

And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
I found it amusing how you would purposely annoy the ice-cream man on rainy days.

The next time that I caught my own reflection, It was on it's way to meet you
The next time I saw my reflection, I was on my way to meet you.

Thinking of excuses to postpone, You never looked like yourself from the side
I was trying to come up with reasons to delay our encounter, and when I saw you from the side, you looked different than I expected.

But your profile could not hide, The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
Your profile revealed that you knew I was coming to meet you.

With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache, Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
You were sitting on the bench with your arms folded, looking like you were in pain. Then you stood up and acted like you were undefeated in battle.

And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction, There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
Despite my best efforts not to react, there was no way to get a reaction or response from you.

And your pastimes, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
Your hobbies were bizarre and unsettling, and I found your game "Crying Lightning" particularly distasteful.

And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
I still found it amusing how you would torment the ice-cream man on rainy days.

Uninviting, But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are, Crying lightning
You seem unapproachable, but not as impossible to reach as people believe. It's like crying lightning - seemingly impossible, but it happens.

Your pastimes, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
Again, I can't help but hate the strange and disturbing hobbies you have, especially the game you call "Crying Lightning."

"Crying Lightning" "Crying Lightning" "Crying Lightning" "Crying"
These repeated lyrics emphasize the unpleasantness of the game "Crying Lightning," which I continue to find hateful and unsettling.