Paroles – Franz Ferdinand – Words So Leisured

Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it
this was an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it
Words of love, words so leisured
Words are poisoned darts of pleasure
die...

Yes, she's in her black mood tonight
Watch her dye your black hair right
Love you of you, all muscles slacken
all the skin that was so tight

So ask for a reason
Ask for any reason
Ask for the one reply
for the one reply

Try for reason
but passion never lives
it dies with reason
Try for reason