On - Bloc Party

I am on

Switched on A sudden clearness, a clarity

Hidden away, in every locked toilet

I’ve been waiting for you in the Joiners Arms

I know your name

I know your name

I’ve danced with you

We’re all friends here

Silver slugs lined up like bullets

Rolled up twenties, they disappear

You make my tongue loose

You make my tongue loose

I am hopeful and stutter-free

You make my tongue loose

You make my tongue loose

I am hopeful

Friday night I do all the talking

A pint and a fight, the dance floor is mine

Truth serum and limbs that won’t listen

Drunken «I love yous», on top of the world

And when it runs out

We’re chasing something we’ll never catch

And when it runs out

We buy more

A flatness so bleak, I’ve been bitten by a vampire

A flatness bleaker than the one it replaced

You make my tongue loose

You make my tongue loose

I am hopeful and stutter-free

You make my tongue loose

You make my tongue loose

I am hopeful

I can charm

I can charm them all