Arctic Monkeys - Fright Lined Dining Room lyrics
[Arctic Monkeys - Fright Lined Dining Room lyrics]
You thrive on dancing in our laps
Before the more familiar chaps
Who know the curtain leads to fever
We watched the womaniser cry
And in the last sip you and I declared we
Might require a breather
I am the truth's true truant
I can feign excitement fluently as solid
As I can busk shock
With well-presented merriment
And I know all too well I shouldn't
Break the key off in the lock
And the tumble split's the frame
Revealing silk and fit's
In the fright lined dining room
Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
The days drag their heels
When you're not there to crack the whip
And the weeks wait to burst
Like a sachet of brats
The old pantomime villain follows my coat
And he hides where it hangs
And he spies through the slats
And meanwhile in the desert's
Only costume shop
The cowls hang and wait to rot
Away the identities of the willing
So I'm back to sugar in the night
Rocketing shutter doors despite the shop
Not opening for hours you can itch
Flap and whistle and try to avoid the tock
As I scribbled over drivel
You were snoring showing off
The tumble split's the frame
Revealing silk and fit's
In the fright lined dining room
Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
Before the more familiar chaps
Who know the curtain leads to fever
We watched the womaniser cry
And in the last sip you and I declared we
Might require a breather
I am the truth's true truant
I can feign excitement fluently as solid
As I can busk shock
With well-presented merriment
And I know all too well I shouldn't
Break the key off in the lock
And the tumble split's the frame
Revealing silk and fit's
In the fright lined dining room
Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
The days drag their heels
When you're not there to crack the whip
And the weeks wait to burst
Like a sachet of brats
The old pantomime villain follows my coat
And he hides where it hangs
And he spies through the slats
And meanwhile in the desert's
Only costume shop
The cowls hang and wait to rot
Away the identities of the willing
So I'm back to sugar in the night
Rocketing shutter doors despite the shop
Not opening for hours you can itch
Flap and whistle and try to avoid the tock
As I scribbled over drivel
You were snoring showing off
The tumble split's the frame
Revealing silk and fit's
In the fright lined dining room
Throw a gaze towards them while they feast