Oh You, Old Thing - Wolf Parade

Oh you,

old thing.

Still got vibrations

in your streets.

They move me to come down

from the chandelier

I have been watching you from.

Bon soir,

bon soir ma ville.

I’m gonna leave you now

in the arms of babes.

I’ve got a new way to live

through the storms you’re so famous for —

oh, that’s the sound of some new rocket

upon the door.

Who’s gonna steam up all your dancehalls?

Who’ll put your lilies in a vase,

when all the good men have had all their daughters, and

all the other men have fallen in with daises?

I don’t want to be the last one standing,

I don’t want to reach the bitter end.

As much as I have always loved your dancing,

I hate the sounds that come from crowds

that just don’t get

my moves.

From here,

in the sky,

I see rows of lgihts

as as violent web.

And I will miss

the way I got caught up in you.

Oh you,

old thing.

I’m gonna leave you now

in the arms of babes.

I’ve got a new way to live

in the storm, in the storm

in the storm.