All Disco - elbow

Who am I to tell you to care less

Wish I’d have met you never forget you

Young man with your bruised old soul

One snap to bring you back

Hands black with smudging the night into day

There’s lemon and thyme in the alley you could slip away

But there are still fences to squeeze through

And I’ll meet you

Spirits decanted

Come to the river son

Let your obsession go

What does it prove if you die for a tune

It’s really all disco

Everything

Let’s join the yellow eyed snug-flies

Rejoicing in choices they made

Let’s be the burned

Laughing at not having learned

Let’s be a hundred and five you and I

And sing out a tune of regrets and the moon

Perverted old-timers

I’ll feed you one-liners

Come to the river son

Let the obsession go

What does it prove if you die for a tune

It’s really all disco

Everything

What does it prove if you die for a tune

Don’t you know it’s all disco

Everything

I can hear how deep you’re going

Pull the cord

I can feel your tempo slowing

Pull the cord