Questing, Not Coasting
Maxïmo Park
10 June 2009
Intro:
Verse 1:
Questing, I am not coasting.
Nor will I ever, despite this weather. I said,
Prechorus 1:
"Hey you, what's new? I know your face."
"Hey you, what's new? Let's go some place."
My thoughts that flit, my loosening grip.
"I need to connect to you now."
Chorus 1:
On our knees against the windowsill.
Watching the sheet lightning fly.
Our hands caught spray from the open window.
A blanket of light, a whitewashed sky.
Verse 2:
You move your frame into the shape.
The window makes a lunar flame.
Static headlights glow in the flooded streets below.
The TV turns to snow, gutters weep with overflow. I said,
Prechorus 2:
"Hey you, what's new? I know your face."
"And I need to connect to you now."
Chorus 2:
On our knees against the windowsill.
Watching the sheet lightning fly.
Our hands caught spray from the open window.
A blanket of light, a whitewashed sky.
Bridge:
Thanks for coming by, it's such a dreadful night.
A net curtain flashes, outside the rain it lashes.
Frozen stardust falls, wide eyes can see it all.
Chorus 3:
On our knees against the windowsill.
Watching the sheet lightning fly.
Our hands caught spray from the open window.
And we're on our knees against the windowsill.
Watching the sheet lightning fly.
Our hands caught spray from the open window.
Thanks for coming by.