作词 : Alex Turner

作曲 : Arctic Monkeys/Alex Turner

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

It's 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'd like to aggravatе the ice-cream man

On rainy aftеrnoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection

It was on its 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'd 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

Your pastimes consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game

you had called Crying Lightning

And how you'd like to aggravatе icky man

on rainy afternoons

Uninviting,

but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are

Crying Lightning

Your pastimes consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called

Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning, woah-oh

Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning

Your pastimes consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called Crying