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 look like yourself from the side But your profile did not hide The fact you knew I was approaching your throne With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache Stood and puff your chest out like you never lost a war And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
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 you're 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 had 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 occupied the bench like toothache Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw And 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 icky man on rainy afternoons Uninviting But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are Crying lightning And your pastimes, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate 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 hate that little game you had called "Crying"
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 look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Stood and puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
thank you soooo much
Thank you so much
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 you're 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 had 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 occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And 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 icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
Crying lightning
And your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 hate that little game you had called
"Crying"
thanks!
man he kicks so hard
so tasty! what a drummer
can you a backing track for guitars
Accurate
2:29
What did you use to make this?
Hi, fl studio and addictive drums 2
1:15
Can I use this for a cover video?
yes, no problem!
This is not the real drum track off of Humbug.
no it's not
I think this is off...