Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Death Leaves Behind, artist - Los Campesinos!.
Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Song language: English
What Death Leaves Behind |
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 heartslob but I want 'em to know, cut and shut us like a portmanteau |
We sit around jus' spitballin', all the witches cackle round my cauldron |
Recognise the lies from my poker tongue (is it true???) |
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 bein' |
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 (is it true???) |
We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves |
What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love |
We will flower again, I have surely seen it |
WE WILL FLOWER AGAIN |