Franz Ferdinand Lindsey Wells

Great Western Wind catches in your Celtic hair Flicks it round your face like flames around the sun In the bright cold air you seem as innocent and fair As Rita Tushingham in 1961 Well, Lindsey Wells How I wish that I could feel so good I wish that I could be as good as you Well, Lindsey Wells How I wish that I could feel the good Beyond the poison in us like you do LP records in your little hands Put them on your little dansette for a dance All those men sing you ll never walk alone But you ll never let