Текст: Bloc Party. Plans.

Wake up dreamer It's happening without you Cut your hair and shave your beard You squandered your chances I'll give you a thousand pounds To show me how you do it Stop being so laissez-faire We're all scared of the future Been training vipers to come for you In your dreams to release you Been training vipers to come for you In your sleep And the ravens are leaving the tower And the ravens are leaving the tower Make your peace I've got a taste for blood Leave the weak, leave the young I've got a taste for blood I'm walking out without you You will kill or be killed It's about progress I've got a taste for blood Wake up sleepyhead It's happening without you Such a nice guy You tell me everything twice Whipcrack speed jump We will run backwards Stop being so laissez-faire We're all scared of the future We make plans for big times Get bogged down, distracted We make plans for good times All neon, all surface So kiss me before it all gets complicated I've got a taste for blood