Låttexter: Bloc Party. Weekend in the City. On.

I am on, switched on
A sudden clearness and clarity
Hidden away in every locked toilet
I've been waiting for you in the Joiner's arms

I know your name, I know your name
I've danced with you, we're all friends here
Silver slugs lined up like bullets
Rolled-up twenties, they disappear

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful and stutter-free

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful

On Friday night, I do all the talking
A pint and a fight, the dance floor is mine
Truth serum and limbs that won't listen
Drunken I love you's, on top of the world

And when it runs out
We're chasing something we'll never catch
And when it runs out, we buy more
A flatness so bleak, I've been bitten by a vampire
A flatness bleaker than the one it replaced

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful and stutter-free

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful

I can charm, I can charm them all
I can charm them all
I can charm, I can charm them all
I can charm them all

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful and stutter-free

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful

I can charm, I can charm them all
I can charm them all
I can charm, I can charm them all
I can charm them all