About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
My mistakes were made for you
And in the back room of a bad dream, she came
And whisked me away
And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will hit something
On the hazardous terrain
And were just following the flock, round
And the inbetween, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame
The Last Shadow Puppets
