Los Campesinos! - For Flotsam lyrics

You say you are an old ca**ette that has gone and spilt its spool you're far more like a wet cardboard tube on this nightclub toilet floor. As I describe my lonely, you listen very clear: the last set of goalposts taken down, summer of odd numbered year. She says "if you're unhappy, then you gotta find the cure" Well I prescribe me one more beer, beyond that I am unsure May not be be all and end all, in my defence she is the whole I've thrown my goalkeeper forward, she's catenaccio Flotsam, Jetsam and Spindrift: all the girls I have loved, dumped to earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above. And I saw God in the bathroom, I baptised him in sick embraced him around his cistern "c'est la mort!, enough of this". Knees knocking and Blood flowing so I want you to know that I want to. And later she said something that stuck hard in my mind: "we are their Capel Celyn, they gotta keep their slippers dry, to empathise with Tory's to invite upon disease, a safer bet's to pack your bags, go holiday in Eyam" I will take you where the sun shines, cast shadows on your face, crawl into their deepest recess, 'til I freeze or dehydrate We'll live and breathe it in real time, montage is for the dead and my heart's still doing Fosburys nowhere near finished yet