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 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