The Penultimate Clinch - Maxïmo Park

Bury me like dangerous waste

I’ll lay dormant for a thousand years

But it’s like dismantling a decommissioned spacecraft

Some parts you can’t destroy

She fidgets too much

I’ve got a bee in my bonnet

She stayed aspirant to avoid accidents

On my return I will smother you

In everything that I’ve learnt until you turn blue

Now is never a good time

When you’re ready to engage

My newsprint fingers are turning a page

Oh, she fidgets too much

I’ve got a bee in my bonnet

Soon enough our lips will linger and you start to pull away

Before this chance is torn asunder your hips begin to sway

The penultimate clinch lasted the longest

It’s the penultimate clinch, it was the warmest

That delivered a pinch, sounded the warning

Of a foolish flinch, I found it appalling

Oh, the penultimate clinch lasted the longest

It’s the penultimate clinch, it was the warmest

That delivered a pinch, sounded the warning

Of a foolish flinch, I found it appalling, ooh