Hate For The Island Lyrics - Hello Sadness - Los Campesinos!

Recall the time we straddled your window pane 

And smoked the last of the weed that sent you insane 

In a public loo in a borough of London that I won't mention 

You phoned me in Minnesota, said you had a vital question 

And as we smoked you feared your neighbours might see 

We watched a fon rip out the contents of each 

Bin-bag that we lined the road and then you turned to see me mouth, 

"Those entrails are how I'll feel when you decide to leave me" 

Now I've a whole lot of hate for the island 

Since your friends buried you down there 6 feet deep beneath the sand 

But at least I know we'll never be that far now from each other 

Just a couple hundred feet either side of sea level 

It's no lie that if the waters rose and drowned that place from coast to coast 

You wouldn't see this smile leave my face for all eternity