The Dark Of The Matinée - Franz Ferdinand

You take your white finger

Slide the nail under

The top and bottom buttons of

My blazer

Relax the fraying wool

Slacken ties, and I'm

Not to look at you in the shoe

But the eyes

Find the eyes

Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories, and files

You must follow, leave this academic factory

You will find me in the matinée

The dark of the matinée

It's better in the matinée

The dark of the matinée is mine

Yes, it's mine

I time every journey

To bump into you

Accidentally, I

Charm you and tell you

Of the boys I hate

All the girls I hate

All the words I hate

All the clothes I hate

How I'll never be

Anything I hate

You smile, mention

Something that you like

Oh, how you'd have a happy life

If you did the things you like

Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories, files

You must follow, leave this academic factory

You will find me in the matinée

The dark of the matinée

It's better in the matinée

The dark of the matinée is mine

Yes, it's mine

So I'm on BBC2 now

Telling Terry Wogan how

I made it and

What I made is unclear now

But his deference is

And his laughter is

My words and smile

Are so easy now

Yes, It's easy now

Yes, It's easy now

Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories, and files

You must follow, leave this academic factory

You will find me in the matinée

The dark of the matinée

It's better in the matinée

The dark of the matinée

You will find me and follow me through corridors, refectories, and files

You must follow, leave this academic factory

You will find me in the matinée

The dark of the matinée

It's better in the matinée

The dark of the matinée is mine

Yes, it's mine