Take Me Somewhere Nice

Mogwai

Ghosts in the photograph

never lie'd 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.