C#m B F#m
You take your white finger, slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons
Of my blazer, relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
A E Bm D
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes find the eyes
I time every journey to bump into you accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all girls I hate
All the words I hate, all the clothes I hate, how I'll never be, anything I hate
You smile mention something that you like, did you have a happy life if you did the things you like
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it
And what I made is unclear now but his deference is and his laughter is
https://www.coveralia.com/acordes/the-dark-of-the-matinee-franz-ferdinand.php
My words and smile are so easy now, yes easy now, yes, it's easy now
Bm
So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories
D
And files you must follow, leave this academic factory
You'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
Its better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
A C#m B F#m
Is mine, yes it's mine