ARCTIC MONKEYS

LET the record play


If you can summon the strength, tow me
I can’t hold down the urgency
You’ve got to make your descent, slowly
And oil up those sticky keys.

Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller.

It is a necessary, evil
No cause for emergency
Borrow the beak of a bald, eagle
Oh, momentary synergy.

Coax me out my low
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller

My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own.
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own.
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own/
When are you arriving?
My propeller.