mood: swell
music: snow patrol - final straw

franz ferdinand - matinee

you take your white finger
slide the nail under the top and bottoms of my blazer
relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
and i'm not to look at you in the shoes, but the eyes

find me and follow me
through corridors, refectories, and files
you must follow me
leave this academic factory
and find me in the matinee
the dark of the matinee
it's better in the matinee
the dark of the matinee is mine
yes its mine

i time every journey to bump into you accidentally
i charm you and tell of the boys i hate
all the girls i hate
all the words i hate
all the clothes i hate
how i'll never be anything i hate
you smile, mention something that you like
or how you'd have a happy life
if you did the things you like

find me and follow me
through corridors, refectories, and files
you must follow me
leave this academic factory
and find me in the matinee
the dark of the matinee
it's better in the matinee
the dark of the matinee is mine
yes it's mine

so i'm on BBC tonight
telling terry wogan how i made it
and what i made is unclear now
but his deference is
and his laughter is
my words and smile are so easy now
yes it's easy now
yes it's easy now

find me and follow me
through corridors, refectories, and files
you must follow me
leave this academic factory
and find me in the matinee
the dark of the matinee
it's better in the matinee
the dark of the matinee is mine
yest it's mine...