All Disco

(Who am I to tell you to care less) (Wish I'd have met you, never forget) Young man with a bruised old soul One snap to bring you back Hands black with smudging the night into day There's lemon and thyme in the alley, you could slip away But there are still fences to squeeze through And I'll reach you, spirits decanted Come to the river son Let your obsession go What does it prove if you die for a tune It's really all disco Everything Everything Let's join the yellow eyed snuck flies Rejoicing in choices they made Let's be the burned laughing at not having learned Let's be a hundred and five you and I And sing out a tune of regret to the moon Perverted old-timers I'll feed you one-liners Come to the river son Let the obsession go What does it prove if you die for a tune It's really all disco What does it prove if you die for a tune Don't you know it's all disco Everything I can hear how deep you're going Pull the cord I can feel your tempo slowing Pull the cord Come to the river son Let your obsession go What does it prove if you die for a tune It's really all disco What does it prove if you die for a tune Don't you know it's all disco Everything Everything --- All Disco - Elbow