Besedila: The Last Shadow Puppets. Gas Dance.

[From "Standing Next To Me" (Single)]

There she was
Graciously making forever less terrifying
And you've got the nerve
To intervene
With a colouring book and a biro and a point to prove
And now you want a word

Washed all the wisdom out of your mouth
And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
Quick to scurry back behind the night
To avoid the silent fight and the struggle

There I was
Panicking because someone else kissed me in a dream
And it was on the cheek
And you stamp your feet
And I'm moving from bored to appaled by these poigniant fumes
That you must inflict

And you washed all the wisdom out of your mouth
And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
Someone told that that stench was called advice
Someone told me that that stench was called advice

Took a silent breath, to a little rip
I got a cameo brooch
To cover that hideous stitch
Oh, that grim reaper
And we're all upset
I see the fear in your cheeks
And I still smell the lies on your breath
And your jokes don't bounce
And you've entered the early stages of bitterness

She washed all the wisdom out of your mouth
And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
Quick to scurry back behind the night
To avoid the silent fight and the struggle

To avoid the silent fight and the struggle

To avoid the silent fight and the struggle

(Thanks to The Last Shadow Puppets for these lyrics)