And I'm stuck in here, barely breathing this thick air
I could write you paragraphs about...
but I couldn't.
Not now.
Not these days; but why?

So I'm quoting things, lyrics.

Seven Months:
"
How can I forget you,
Disregard how I feel,
Silently listen,
To the words I can't see.
"

Glory Box:
"
I'm so tired of playing,
Playing with this bow and arrow,
Gonna give my heart away,
Leave it to the other girls to play,
For I've been a temptress too long.
"
(Whereas I would like to correct the sex within this one.)


Now Arab Strap are singing their "one four seven one":

"
You said it youself - you can't help but flirt
And I'd be the first to admit that I'm easily hurt.
I can't take things lightly - you said I'm always in a huff.
I know it was just the once but what if that's enough?

Just shut the fuck up and tell me bit by bit
Cause all I can see is his hand grabbing a tit.
I do one four seven one the minute I get in
And if your number's not there you stuff stays in the bin.
"

And I'm just nodding and shaking my head the same time.

And you still know nothing, you bad fool.

- It's just all about the sparks.