Oh You, Old Thing

Wolf Parade

Compositor: Spencer Krug

Oh you, old thing.
Still got vibrations in your streets.
They move me to come down from the chandelier
I have been watching you from.

Bon soir, bon soir ma ville.
I'm gonna leave you now in the arms of babes.

I've got a new way to live through the storms you're so famous for
Oh, that's the sound of some new rocket upon the door.

Who's gonna steam up all your dancehalls?
Who'll put your lilies in a vase,
when all the good men have had all their daughters, and
all the other men have fallen in with daises?
I don't want to be the last one standing,
I don't want to reach the bitter end.
As much as I have always loved your dancing,
I hate the sounds that come from crowds
that just don't get my moves.

From here, in the sky,
I see rows of lights as as violent web.
And I will miss the way I got caught up in you.

Oh you, old thing.

I'm gonna leave you now in the arms of babes.
I've got a new way to live
In the storm, in the storm
In the storm.