Crying Lightning (Live Acoustic Sirius XMU 2009)

Outside the café 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 n mix 
Said your mistaken if you thinking that I an't been called cold before 
As you bit into your strawberry lace, 
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper, 
Is all you have left and it was going to waste 

Your past times 
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 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 
Saw them, 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, no gaps to claw 

And your past times 
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 have as impossible as everyone assumes 
You are Crying Lightning 

Oh you were reading a book about some idiot
And telling me about another
I was so severely underwhelmed
Thought I might never recover
Straighten the rudder girl
And sail me up stairs
And go and find somebody
Who cares
Well we might not be the perfect partners
But tonight we make a pair

Your past times 
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 past times 
Consisted of the strange 
And twisted and deranged 
And I hate that little game you had called 
Crying