As Lucerne / The Low

As Lucerne / The Low - Los Campesinos!

There is no blues that can sound quite

As heartfelt as mine

Lamented at the gorge of the river,

I watched it weep its banks dry

I hum the sorriest tune

On the bar at these dives

Send all the patrons running

Home to make up with their first wives

My prose as purple

But not as pretty as lucerne

For sweet nothings

From the lips of a gargoyle,

Nobody ever yearned

Perpetually a philistine,

But darling I am longing to learn

Been looked at like the

Rotten grape on the vine,

While you and yours are drinking Sauternes.

(But the low) is, what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is, what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is, what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is, what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

I am the magpie's solo,

The sorrow that makes you salute

Pounding the earth for the early worm,

I'm a glutton but it's good for my glutes

I was solace to the sirens,

The bait on the fisherman's rod

The hook took me far from my family,

But closer to God

(But the low) is, what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is, what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is, what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

(But the low) is, what I came for

(And to bask) in a darkness I do adore

Is what I came for

Is what I came came for

Is what I came for

Is what I came came for