The Last Shadow Puppets

Only the truth she reckons she holds
Only the truth she reckons she holds
The way she walks is scripted and taught
Don't give her an eye or she'll sniper your mind
You can see by her hands that she's been
There before,
She lift up her glass as if to bring
Down the mass
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Climbing the stairs as if to follow her prayers
Her golden laced boots may stop you
Right there.
Hand on your arm as she greets