Lyrics:

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.