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To The Boneyard Lyrics - Artist : Los Campesinos!
Respite in twilight, space in the cavity
Wall at grandparent's house behind the apple tree Where once you sang with your siblings now Watching bodies bobbing down the stream, leaving the town I'm a picture of no flesh, only bones As we're stripping off my skin to run it up the pole And salute the breeze that ripples the sheath Of the skeleton that's trembling on the ground beneath Walked your entire country up the central reservation Take me to the boneyard, baby Take me to the boneyard, baby The deadest stare, the slackest hair, the saddest conservation Take me to the boneyard, baby Take me to the boneyard, baby We rifle through piles of bones For something to chew on, for something to own Through my teenage years at my mother's house Every evening, six times, there comes a phone call to ask "Where's my daughter gone?" She moved six years ago Now receiver's cold, the phone calls dry, there's no one home And that is what we feared the most Walked your entire country up the central reservation Take me to the boneyard, baby Take me to the boneyard, baby The deadest stare, the slackest hair, the saddest conservation Take me to the boneyard, baby Take me to the boneyard, baby We rifle through piles of bones For something to chew on, for something to own We rifle through piles of bones For something to chew on, for something to own And so we stitched our eyes and mouths closed Lest we open them Breaking the seal that our bodies have formed As a natural defence just to hold back the sorrow That friends made today will be deaths mourned tomorrow |
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