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You asked if you could see me, before I went to Spain
You didnât give a reason, didnât know what you would say
But I was hoping that my breath on your face,
Would blow every last thing into place
The bed-spread decked in suns and moons and symbols of the star-signs,
How you read how mine applied to how I would be sex-wise
And in my arms you disappeared and I seemed twice the size,
Slept and woke with lips together, sleeping felt like lies
Girl, I helped you with your demons, but your ghosts are now haunting me too
That French bitch, an ex-boyfriend threatening to tie his neck to the roof
But if we tiptoe through the true bits
We might make it to the other side
What doesnât kill you, leaves you wounded
But I will nurse you better alright
Iâve been waking on your side of the bed
As the sunâs been rising in the west
If your skin feels softer, Iâve no argument to make,
The weight of such apologies caused stronger men to ache
If his kisses draw the bad out, I canât have a complaint
As they hit your tongue like sedatives while I lay wide awake
You can feel a tremor in a single word, it rattles down your spinal chord
And you can catch a raincloud in an hourglass, but it will turn into a storm
Knee deep in flowers weâll stray,
You keep the showers away
- Album:
- Sick Scenes
- A Los Campesinos! Christmas
- A Good Night For A Fistfight
- No Blues
- Hello Sadness
- Romance Is Boring
- Hold On Now, Youngster...
- We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
- Miscellaneous
- Romance Is Boring (Exclusive)
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 90
- Romance Is Boring (Bonus Track Version)
- Sticking Fingers Into Sockets EP
- Sticking Fingers Into Sockets
- What Death Leaves Behind
- Avocado, Baby
- Paste Sampler 115
- Love Indie Rock 2
- Heat Rash #3: Footnotes
- Heat Rash #2: Conversations