The Dark Of The Matinée - Franz Ferdinand

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

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 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

So I’m on BBC Two 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, 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

Better in the matinée, the dark of the matinée is mine

Yes, it’s mine