ฟังเพลงWhat Death Leaves Behind

What Death Leaves Behind - Los Campesinos!

I was the first match struck

At the first cremation,

You are my shallow grave,

I'll tend you as a sexton

If you're the casket door

That's being slammed upon me,

I'll be a plague cross

Painted on your naked body

Well summer sighed

And summoned up hail.

Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail

May be heart slob but

I want 'em to know,

Cut and shut us like a portmanteau

We sit around just spit-balling,

All the witches cackle round my cauldron

Recognize the lies from my poker tongue

They say you and me are tautology

What grows from the seeds,

Can you quite believe?

Through cracks come the weeds,

Long time listener, first time caller,

No need to remind me

What death leaves behind me

Why must I lie awake,

From dusk until the morning,

Through fear of being

Impaled upon errant mattress spring?

Within a waking dream

I finally made my heel turn,

Lived life as Super 8 when

You were promised Hilton

Propose me as a pardon for sins,

Led on barbecue I'm burnt offerings

I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord:

Edit one, League Cup 2004

We, delicate as a filigree,

Cleared a place for us in the chicory

Colosseum blood will dry in the sun