Complications - Interpol, Mexican Institute Of Sound

I dream of complications

On and on

That’s how my observation tends

But all preoccupations are suddenly simple

When I let my second nature win

What’ll it be

It goes on and on

On the street, hey

It’s like a blindness

Ties me up again

Won’t be battering windows

Shatter me in my seat

Then a holier thinking

Fires me up again

Won’t be rolling in sinful

Sidling up the street

I’m tryna simplify my scene

Dream of combinations

All night long

Round and round a rhythm escapes

Then I’m stuck without no answers

And I’ll be pretending

There’s a surplus of us to be so flagrant

Oh, what’ll it be

It goes on and on

On the street, hey

It’s like a blindness

Ties me up again

Won’t be shattering windows

Batter me in my seat

Then a holier thinking

Fires me up again

Won’t be rolling in sinful

Sidling up the street

Sidling up the street

Sidling up the street

Sidling up to me

Sidling up the street

Sidling up to me

(We all say)

(We all say)

(We all say)

Dream of complications

(We all say)

Dream of complications

(We all say)

Dream of complications

On and on

(We all say)

Dream of complications

Dream of complications

Heavy stepping

Dream of complications

Heavy stepping