Take Me Somewhere Nice

Ghosts in the photograph

never lie'd to me.

I'd be all of that

I'd be all of that.

A false memory

would be everything.

A denial my eliminent.

What was that for?

What was that for?

What would you do

if you saw spaceships

over Glasgow?

Would you fear them?

Every aircraft,

every camera,

is a wish that

wasn't granted.

What was that for?

What was that for?

Try to be bad.

Try to be bad.