Light Leaves, Dark Sees Pt. II - Los Campesinos!

I part the curtains of your hair

And all the light of the sun floods the room

Poured from your sleepy stare

Two seconds each morning without fail

Before I enter the abattoir

To see my insides hanging there

But they request that I leave

'Cause my sad eyes are too much to bear

When the light leaves, the dark sees

Your hands to your hips now,

Two swan necks

Curl between pelvis with stretch-marks

And shoulders with those freckle flecks

The pain of the silence before bed

Oh for the sound of your pissing

Through the thin walls

Or stroking your head

But for the shadows and doom

And the sorrow we seem to have bred

When the light leaves, the dark sees