Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Four Seasons, artist - Los Campesinos!. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Song language: English
Four Seasons |
| When I come home it will be with |
| Someone else’s blood on my shirt |
| Another county’s dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans |
| And I won’t wanna talk about it |
| What you prise from 'tween my fingers |
| That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue |
| A love life under two shadows |
| But you don’t wanna talk about it |
| The bus stands still, the landscape scrolls right by |
| (I love you more than ever) |
| Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides |
| (I love you more than ever) |
| Something verdant, something blooming |
| Something golden, something dead |
| Cut into uneven quarters |
| All four seasons in my head |
| And when I lay you down we’ll be beneath |
| (I love you more than ever) |
| Duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets |
| (I love you more than ever) |
| Something verdant, something blooming |
| Something golden, something dead |
| Cut into uneven quarters |
| All four seasons in my head |
| Something verdant, something blooming |
| Something golden, something dead |
| Cut into uneven quarters |
| All four seasons in my head |
| Something verdant, something blooming |
| Something golden, something dead |
| Cut into uneven quarters |
| All four seasons |
| As you bathe the stains from my skin |
| Only dirt is washed away |
| 'Cause all the bad lays far more deep |
| Please, I don’t wanna talk about it |