I’m not alone, I’m not alone, I’m not alone.
Frightening figures, fucking forever.
Death is looming over our minds.
Warp our imaginations some more!
You are a bore
to the hand that feeds you
Laying out in the night gazing upon the stars,
waiting for the morning dew
Tomorrow can come no sooner,
everyday is becoming the same,
sick and tired from the day to day games.
I’m not alone, I’m not alone, I’m not alone!
(c) Alex Turner 2016