Lletres: Maximo Park. Quicken The Heart. A Cloud Of Mystery.

Calm those vowels down
No one's thinking of you right now
She's dressed up
It's her duty to the town
It's empty, it's fast but it imposes it's will

In a crowded room
Her painted features smothered in the gloom
Already resigned
At night she strips
Away the face that she creates
The mirror sighs

Why can't we always meet
Under a cloud of mystery
The noise traveled a hundred miles
Working through memories

Big budget, showbiz exit
She'll go far
Acting coy was her favorite ploy
It quickly loses it's charm

The frosted cheek
You turned will add to your mystique
He burns for you
I flew myself into your world
Only to come up short

Why can't we always meet
Under a cloud of mystery
The noise traveled a hundred miles
Working through memories
Keep for a Thursday afternoon
Before a time when you withdrew
Why can't we always meet
Under a cloud of mystery

Bathroom lights start the evening
Where the buildings skim the air
Hairsprayed curls brush the cheek
As they swoon on a wooden dance floor
There's nothing worse than taking a chance
On an outdated dance

Why can't we always meet
Under a cloud of mystery
The noise traveled a hundred miles
Cursing through memory
Came for a Thursday afternoon
Before the time that you withdrew
Why can't we always meet
Under a cloud of mystery

(Thanks to Maximo for these lyrics)