What Death Leaves Behind Lyrics - Los Campesinos!

I was the first match struck at the first cremation, 

You are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton 

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 heart slob but I want 'em to know, 

Cut and shut us like a portmanteau 

We sit around just spit-balling, 

All the witches cackle round my cauldron 

Recognize 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 death leaves behind me 

Why must I lie awake, from dusk until the morning, 

Through fear of being 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 death is leaving behind, death leaves behind love 

We will flower again, I have surely seen it 

WE WILL FLOWER AGAIN