Letras:Bloc Party. Intimacy. One Month Off.

Well there were 7 years between us seems that all my friends were right
That we can't survive on your bedroom eyes and a Spanish guitar
When we started this it was paradise, not just Bethnal green
And it's just not right this waiting game, making a cuckold of me

I can be as cruel as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as cruel as you
Fighting lies with lies
If you need time...

And it's just not like me to lash out, but enough is enough
Tell me what the others can do that I cant
Translucent and sun bleached skin, when did you get so LA
How can you desert me after all we've been through
Stuck on a dream that somewhere its better
You'll be the one missing out

I can be a cruel as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as cruel as you
Fighting lies

Lies

If you need time...