text: Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
  You were practicing a magic trick
  And my thoughts got rude
  As you talked and chewed
  On the last of your pick and mix
  Said Youre mistaken if your thinking that I havent been called cold before
  As you bit into your strawberry lace
  And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
  Is all you have left and it was going to waste
  [Your pastimes consisted of the strange
  And twisted and deranged
  And I love that little game you had called
  Crying Lightning
  And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
  The next time that I caught my own reflection
  It was on its way to meet you
  Thinking of excuses to postpone
  You never looked like yourself from the side
  But your profile could not hide
  The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
  With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
  Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
  And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of reaction
  There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
  Your pastimes consisted of the strange
  And twisted and deranged
  And I hate that little game you had called
  Crying Lightning
  And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
  Uninviting
  But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
  Crying Lightning
  Oh you were reading a book about some idiot and telling me about another
  I was so severely underwhelmed I thought I might never recover
  Straighten the rudder girl and sail me up stairs
  And go and find somebody who cares
  Well we might not be the perfect partners but tonight we make a pair
  Crying Lightning
  Crying Lightning
  Crying Lightning
  Crying Lightning
  Crying