Cemetery Gaits - Los Campesinos!

We lined up there pale, stiff and cold

Like racks of bed and breakfast toast

So high up on the slate quarry

That you swore that you could see the coast

I thought I lost you in the dark

Only twenty-four feet apart

More stories tightrope on that stare

Than the same white line at Meurig Park

The dirt above, the stars below

I watched your face dry cold amid the afterglow

And when they think of you and me

It’s clear if you’re the doormat, I’m the hickory

Happenstance can wait for tomorrow

'Cause you got to do it right

Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle’s

Bear them broad tonight

You and I, we consecrate

My heart and all resolve might break

You’ll know us by the way we crawl

You’ll know us by our cemetery gaits

Dawn comes, awoken by sheep’s bleat

A fleet of hearses line the street

A widow sobs, more widows weep

While we intrude like a widow’s peak

I shimmy up the cenotaph

Regale with my melancholy

«Two words upon my headstone, please»

Don’t need date or name, just «Sad Story»

Happenstance can wait for tomorrow

'Cause you got to do it right

Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle’s

Bear them broad tonight

You and I, we consecrate

My heart and all resolve might break

You’ll know us by the way we crawl

You’ll know us by our cemetery gaits

They boast of poets on their side

But what use will they be if this comes to a fight?

I glance along the length of pew

And all that I can think’s I want to undress you

Happenstance can wait for tomorrow

'Cause you got to do it right

Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle’s

Bear them broad tonight

You and I, we consecrate

My heart and all resolve might break

You’ll know us by the way we crawl

You’ll know us by our cemetery gaits

Happenstance can wait for tomorrow

'Cause you got to do it right

Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle’s

Bear them broad tonight

You and I, we consecrate

My heart and all resolve might break

You’ll know us by the way we crawl

You’ll know us by our cemetery gaits