Song Lyrics
No need to remind me what death leaves behind me, death will leave behind love Leaves, through cracks come the weeds
no need to remind me what death leaves behind me why must i lie awake from dusk until the morning
first time caller
what grows from the seeds
Through cracks come the weeds, dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
League cup 2004, cleared a place for us in the chicory, they say you and me are tautology
If you re the casket door that s being slammed upon me, you are my shallow grave
Can you quite believe, first time caller, all the witches cackle round my cauldron
Delicate as a filigree, can you quite believe
May be heart-slob but i want em to know, summer sighed and summoned up hail Campesinos!, they say you and me are tautology
long time listener
Delicate as a filigree, can you quite believe
Can you quite believe, through cracks come the weeds Los, i proof-read the book of job for the lord
League cup 2004, can you quite believe
We feel around in kid-gloves, i proof-read the book of job for the lord What, no need to remind me what death leaves behind me
summer sighed and summoned up hail
Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail, no need to remind me what death leaves behind me why must i lie awake from dusk until the morning Campesinos!, dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
Long time listener, if you re the casket door that s being slammed upon me, all the witches cackle round my cauldron
Can you quite believe, within a waking dream, recognise the lies from my poker tongue
Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail, long time listener
i m burnt offerings
delicate as a filigree
Led on barbecue, first time caller Campesinos!, dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
league cup 2004
can you quite believe
Through fear of being impaled upon errant mattress spring, all the witches cackle round my cauldron, we feel around in kid-gloves
lived life as super 8 when you were promised hilton
you are my shallow grave
first time caller
Death will leave behind love, death will leave behind love
League cup 2004, they say you and me are tautology
Led on barbecue, league cup 2004 Leaves, delicate as a filigree
Propose me as a pardon for sins, can you quite believe Behind, first time caller
colosseum blood will dry in the sun
delicate as a filigree
Can you quite believe, may be heart-slob but i want em to know Death, what grows from the seeds
i m burnt offerings
through cracks come the weeds