Ou tside the cafe by the cr acker facto ry
you were pr acticing a magic trick.
And my th oughts got rude as you ta lked and c hewed
on the la st of your pick and mix.
You said 'You're mistaken if you're th inking that
I haven't been called 'cold ' before' a s
you bi t into your strawberry lace.
Then offered me your atten tion in the form of a go bstopper
it 's all you had le ft and it was going to waste
Yo ur pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
an d I loved that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'
an d how you liked to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
The ne xt time that I caught my own reflection
it was on its way to m eet you, th inking of excuses to postpone.
You never looked like yo urself from the side but
your pr ofile could not h ide
the fact you kn ew I was approaching your throne.
With folded ar ms you occupied the bench like toothache,
st ood and puffed your ch est out like you'd never lost a war.
Although I tr ied so not to suffer the in dignity of a r eaction
there wa s no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange, the tw isted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'
and how you liked to ag gravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.
Uninviting, but no t half as impossible as everyone assumes you are.
'Crying Lightning'
F＃m G＃ F＃m Fm F＃m G＃ F＃m Fm F＃m
Yo ur pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'
'Crying Lightning' 'Crying Lightning' 'C rying Lightning'
Your pastimes consisted of the strange, the tw isted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called Crying
