Peak v3

(Yyyyy) We’re locking out the mood and we are locking out the light, (babe) The wood is talking soft keeping the secrets of the night...(Babe) The bed frame’s groaning a B-minor tune, We’re locking the door on the afternoon, [Hook] Show me... Show me Show me... Show me? You’re leaving a dent in the deep shag pile, Playing dead or just pause for a while? Examining the skirting board like it’s fine art,(aahu) Acting like the floorboards might jump up and start. [Pre-Chorus] An interrogation in a quiet room, Get up off the rug, love, stop the gloom.! [Chorus] So quit dragging your heels, the clock’s feeling sickly,! If you’re gonna climb, best do it quickly. My mattress is the summit, “Her Majesty’s” peak!, Come pay your respects before the knees get weak. Start the commotion, cut to the chase, Show me the method, pick up the pace. I’ll be the statue, I’ll hold my tongue, Watching the air get filled by the lung. . [Sampel] We’re locking the door to the afternoon ... We’re locking the door to The bad mood [Chours 2] Now you’re crying over spilled milk—or is that gin? Wondering just exactly what state we are in. Don’t touch the dial, don’t fidget the latch, You’re itching a bit you simply can’t scratch. [Hook / Breakdown] Fast moves only, the silence is thick, Stop acting like the room’s gonna play a trick. [Chorus] So quit dragging your heels, the clock’s feeling sickly, If you’re gonna climb, best do it quickly. My mattress is the summit, “Her Majesty’s” peak, Come pay your respects before the knees get weak. [Outro] No other verdicts, no other court, Just creaks and cracks in the architecture. The bed frame hums that B-minor tune, I don’t need a sermon. We’re locking the afternoon. [Sampel] We’re locking the door to the afternoon ... We’re locking the door to The bad mood [End]