On

Bloc Party · A Weekend in the City [2007]

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 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

I can charm them all

I can charm I can charm them all

I can charm them all



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

I can charm them all

I can charm I can charm them all

I can charm them all