A Cloud of Mystery (Maximo Park)

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 vast. But it imposes it's will. In a crowded room Her painted features smothered in the groom 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 from a hundred miles Working through memories Big budget, Showbiz exit She'll go far. Acting coy was her favourite ploy It quickly loses its charm. The frosted cheek You turned, will add To your mystique He burns for you I threw myself into your world Only to come up short. Why can't we always meet Under a cloud of mystery? The noise travelled a hundred miles Working through memories Kept for a Thursday afternoon Before the 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 Hairspray curls push the cheek As they swoon on a wooden dance floor There's nothing worse than taking a chance On an outdated dance.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 travelled a hundred miles Cursing through memories Kept for a Thursday afternoon Before the time when you withdrew Why can't we always meet Under a cloud of mystery?