The Age Of The Understatement - The Last Shadow Puppets, Alex Turner, Miles Kane

Decided to sneak off away from your stomach

And try your pulse

They captured what seemed all unknowing and candid

But they suspected it was false

She’s playful

The boring would warn you, be careful of her brigade

In order to tame this relentless marauder

Move away from the parade

And she was walking on the tables in the glasshouse

Endearingly bedraggled in the wind

Subtle in her method of seduction

Twenty little tragedies begin

And she would throw a feather boa in the road

If she thought that it would set the scene

Unfittingly dipped into your companions

Enlighten them to make you seethe

And there’s affection to rent

The age of the understatement

Before the attraction ferments

Kiss me properly and pull me apart

Affection to rent

The age of the understatement

Before this attraction ferments

Kiss me properly and pull me apart

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

And my fingers scratch at my hair

Before my mind can get too reckless

The idea of seeing you here

Is enough to make the sweat go cold

Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh