Take me somewhere nice

Ghosts in the photograph 

never lied to me. 

I'd be all of that 

I'd be all of that. 

A false memory 

would be everything. 

A denial my eliminent. 

What was that for? 

What was that for? 

What would you do 

if you saw spaceships 

over Glasgow? 

Would you fear them? 

Every aircraft, 

every camera, 

is a wish that 

wasn't granted. 

What was that for? 

What was that for? 

Try to be bad. 

Try to be bad.