Texty: Franz Ferdinand. You Could Have It So Much Better. What You Meant.

As I took a step number four
Into the close of your tenement
You cast your darkened eyes, so low
Said, "We're cold as the step cement"

But I just don't know
Oh, what you meant, what you meant

So Alec, he may want a pill
We are so cruel to communicate
Without the red stuff being spilled
We must MDMA our sentiment

But I just don't know
Oh, what you meant, what you meant
What you meant

If we were feckless, we'd be fine
Sucking hard on our innocence
But we've been bright in our decline
Been left as blackened filament

But I just don't know
Oh, I don't know, no, I don't know

No, I don't know, what did you mean?
No, I don't know, what did you mean?
No, I don't know, what did you mean?
No, I don't know
I got to get away from, I got to get away from you

But I feel blood inside the vein
I feel life inside the ligament
I feel alive, yeah, just the same
Same vigor and the same intent

Oh, but I just don't know
Oh, if that's what you meant