Los Campesinos! - (All's Well That Ends) In Medias Res lyrics

But let's talk about you for a minute With the vomit in your gullet From a half-bottle of vodka that you'd stolen from the optic In the back seat of your car because it wasn't safe to start it "You're far to f**ed to drive" were the words that you imparted And the woollen dress that clung so tight To the contours of your body And the dead gra** stuck to fibres From us rolling in the lay-by We're pa**ed to dog-haired blankets That protected the bench seat covers And a crucifix was hung from rear-view mirror by your mother I'm leaving my body to science; not medical but physics Drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground: That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry now I'm not around I flew for seven hours The sky didn't once turn black You know I'd sooner go down in a ball of flame Than I would lay here and be bored to d**h All's well that ends I wake from sleep, my head and shoulders wet against the window A frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my collarbone If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at forty-five But with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life Is this something that would interest you? Would this interest you at all?