Open the centerfold and behold
The creases you've come to know make up your soul
Inspect the spectacle, the divine show
No-one understands but pretends to know
Inside your little palm, singing psalms
Peering through the space that's between your arms
My story lacks in the facts
So come on, coupe de grace
Running the circles through, right back to you
Finding at the finish line, nothing new
The let-down that sticks like glue
Slipping through my fingers gripping onto what is left of you
Waiting for lessons learned, taking turns
The loudest of them all, left to be unheard
My story lacks in the facts
So come on, coupe de grace
You know I need it all the time
You know I need it all the time
You know I need it all the time
You know I need it all the time
Time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time
WRITERS
Loren Shane Humphrey, Miles Kane, Tyler Davis Parkford, Zachary Edwin Dawes
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group