Flight of Fancy - Interpol

Who reigns in that silence

When you sleep in the afternoon

You reach out to emptiness

Until the reaching out feels empty too

We’ll come to my darling, yeah

Or we’ll wake up to someone new

Who makes up the fundamental, the fundamental you

This was made for me

This is make believe

Like sleight of hand

And a custom vagrancy of mind

Well, I demand it

It’s just my agency

My flight of fancy

Flight of fancy

I demand it

You reach out to freedom

You reach out to be consumed

There’s a part of you starving

There’s a part of me that over blooms

The sun stains the ocean, yeah

The pink house returns to gloom

And becomes the fundamental

The elemental hue

This was made for me

This is make believe

Like sleight of hand

And a custom vagrancy of mind

Well, I demand it

It’s just my agency

My flight of fancy

Flight of fancy