[Verse 1: Alex Turner]
Well, we were kissing, it was secret
We’d had to sneak beyond the kitchen
Both well aware that there’d be trouble
If the manager should find us
You’d got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
You can carry much more than I can

[Chorus 1: Alex Turner]
And a wicked gale came howling up through
Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris everywhere
And a Roman Colosseum
It must be boring when I talk about my dreams

[Verse 2: Alex Turner]
I’m in a building and I notice
That I’m surrounded by the ocean
I get a feeling, I start running
Don’t really know why I am running
I never really know why I am running ‘til I get caught
Want to wake up to my dream report?

[Chorus 2: Alex Turner]
And the snow was falling thick and fast
We were bombing down Los Feliz
It was you and me and Miles Kane
And some prick I went to school with
It must be awful when I talk about my…
[Bridge: Alex Turner]
Visions of the past and possible future
Shoot through my mind and I can’t let go
Inseparable opposing images
When can you come back again?

[Chorus 1: Alex Turner]
And a wicked gale came howling up through
Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris everywhere
And a Roman Colosseum
Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams?
It must be torture when I talk about my dreams