Los Campesinos! - What d**h Leaves Behind lyrics

I was the first match struck at the first cremation, you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a s**ton 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 d**h 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 d**h will leave behind, d**h will leave behind love We will flower again, I have surely seen it WE WILL FLOWER AGAIN