Gas Dance

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 the gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip

Quick to scurry back behind the night

To avoid the silent fight and the struggle

And 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 appalled by these poignant fumes

That you must inflict

And you washed all the wisdom out of your mouths

And the gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip

Someone told me 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

All that grim repair, 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

And she washed all the wisdom out of your mouth

And the 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