IDLES WHEN THE LIGHTS COME ONWatch at the source

The Tapping of the feet seem loud, there’s a girl in a whirlwind cloud

I danced with a Spaniard man, til we had no breath left in our pounding chests

I shudder like I’m all bereft, I danced grief from my pores The beat pounds like a knocking at the door

The hi-hats dance like a feather

I’m in, I’m in a paralytic loveless dream

Not a single face I’ve seen is a friend I recognise or recognises me