Consider this: now it’s not too late. I have watched you change the color of the trap before, boy. I have learned a way, make no mistake. I have learned to wait and you learned that you can make me. I need something to sort me out. I need someone to come and shake me. And your exit calms me down before it infuriates me. Boy, I’m in trouble. Wish you’d just get it together and read my mind.
Colour of the trap, Miles Kane