Los Campesinos!

You said "send me stationary to make me horny"
So I always write you letters in multicolours
Decorating envelopes for foreplay
Damn extended metaphors, I get carried away
On the back of a natural disaster, fixed with parcel tape and with kids sticking plasters
Nothing says "I miss you" quite like war poetry you carved in your door with a Stanley knife

My year in lists
Stomping on your fingers as you're clinging on to the abyss
So put on every winter coat that you've owned since '98
And every midnight sees the countdown to another awful day

I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you
I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you
I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you

On your request, I compile a list
Of my top five resolutions for this year (one!)
I declined 'cause I decided that I (two!)
Do not believe in the new year anymore (three!)
And you must confess that at times like these
Hopefulness is tantamount to hopelessness (four!)
And I accept that it's time for a change but not in
Places like this with people like these (five! five! five! five! five!)

My year in lists
Stomping on your fingers as you're clinging on to the abyss
So put on every winter coat that you've owned since '98
And every midnight sees the countdown to another awful day

I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you
I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you
I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you

The beats, yeah, they were coming out the speakers

And were winding up straight in your sneakers.

And I'm dancing like every song who spends his bizzle

Like all my dance heroes would if they existed.



And it's sad that you think that they're all just scenesters

(And even if we were it's not the scene you're thinking of)

To taking props from like these boy band fashions

All crop tops and testosterone passion.



If there's one thing that I could never confess,

It's that I can't dance a single step.



It's you!

It's me!

And there's dancing! [x2]



Not sure if you mind if I dance with you,

But I don't think right now that you care about anything at all.

And oh, if only there were clothes on the floor,

I'd feel for certain I was bedroom dancing.

And it's all flailing limbs at the front line.

Every single one of us is twisted by design

And dispatches from the back of my mind

Say as long as we're here everything is alright.



If there's one thing that I could never confess,

It's that I can't dance a single step.



It's you!

It's me!

And there's dancing! [x2]

You've been broken down I go
war economy
father führer, don't be mad at me
peasant child, you're into botany
splitting necks and calling the dichotomy
"BEWARE" the sign on the door suggests -
I'm better off with artificial intelligence

I invented you
(I invented you)
AND I WILL DESTROY YOU.

If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
I'm just swimming in copper
to smell and pretend
like a robot!

Well, if a leopard doesn't change it's spots
you can't change my perceptions just from dots to dots
I swap the bruising for a bumping sensation
i'll be ctrl-alt-deleting your face with no reservations
I will stop flighting once your circuit board's igniting
singing, "I'M NOT FINISHED, I'M NOT FINISHED! No!"

Mistaking cables for veins can be quite misleading,
friction sparks the metal made it look like bleeding

If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
i'm just swimming in copper
to smell and pretend
like a robot!