Your diary
by Franz Ferdinand
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Suddenly you will believe me
What more was it that I could be [is you believe in me]
[The year two-thousand]
I´ll be back on the dole
single but free
The best we´ll ever be
You´re [love]--
Oh I´m alone in your room
There on the floor, there´s a little black book
You left it there on the floor
You left it and I opened it
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back -I´m back
Why you loved him
He´s asking you why you loved him
He´s asking you why you loved him
But you couldn´t say why you loved him
Ohhh
But he gave you a list
Of all the reasons why he did
And you couldn´t reply
But you could say that you did
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back -I´m back
His lips like petals
Unfurling from a bud
I could have ripped page and petals
Ripped to the blood
But I didn´t and don´t
Want you ever to read
Any diary of mine
And word I may leave
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back -I´m back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me
What more was it that I could be [is you believe in me]
[The year two-thousand]
I´ll be back on the dole
single but free
The best we´ll ever be
You´re [love]--
Oh I´m alone in your room
There on the floor, there´s a little black book
You left it there on the floor
You left it and I opened it
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back -I´m back
Why you loved him
He´s asking you why you loved him
He´s asking you why you loved him
But you couldn´t say why you loved him
Ohhh
But he gave you a list
Of all the reasons why he did
And you couldn´t reply
But you could say that you did
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back -I´m back
His lips like petals
Unfurling from a bud
I could have ripped page and petals
Ripped to the blood
But I didn´t and don´t
Want you ever to read
Any diary of mine
And word I may leave
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me back -I´m back
Your diary, Your diary, it´s open and inviting me