The Afternoon's Hat - Arctic Monkeys

Made me kiss you with a whisper,

And violently it swung through unfamiliar tongue,

Couldn’t listen to tradition,

Grab me by the wrist to silently insist,

And when I’m in the confines of crawling wall’s,

You hold me in place.

The ripples on the ceiling, the avenue’s

Unsugar taste.

Waste away the evening,

The afternoon, The afternoon’s hat,

Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at.

Y’used to shirtless and confidence,

Listening to the fools tickling the rules,

Their obsessions buy no patterns,

Sat upon thier stools rigged their attitude,

And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls,

You hold me in place,

The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues,

Unsugar taste,

Waste away the evening,

The afternoon, The afternoon’s hat,

Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at.

And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls,

You hold me in place,

The ripples in the ceiling, the avenues,

Unsugar taste,

Waste away the evening,

The afternoon, The afternoon’s hat,

Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at.