Woorden: Bloc Party. A Weekend In The City. On.

I am on, Switched On
A sudden clearness, a clarity
Hidden away in every locked toilet I?ve been waiting for you in the Joiners Arms
I know your name, I know your name, I danced with you we?re all friends on
So this largs we?re rhyming like bullets, rolled up twenties
They disappear

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful and set to free
You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful
On Friday night I do the talking I pay the fine, the dumpster?s mine
Trips to the roof, see what we?re missing,
Drunken I love you?s on top of the world

And when it runs out we?re chasing something we?ll never catch
And when it runs out we?ll find me
A flat so bleak I?ve been bitten by a vampire
I find this bleaker than the one it replaces

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful and set to free
You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful

I can charm I can charm the room
I can charm them all
I can charm I can charm the room
I can charm them all

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful and set to free
You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful

I can charm I can charm the room
I can charm them all
I can charm I can charm the room
I can charm them all

(Thanks to Roberta for these lyrics)