Texty písní Los Campesinos!

Los Campesinos!

Sad Suppers

Don't call it a come-on, in spite if not because of whatever

If extent of my ambition is a lawn to mow, a charger to tether

Introed at the braggers' amnesty, "The greatest lover in the cloisters"

When the neutrals started cheering me, that is the moment that they lost us

Never once a miser with the misery

Clever compromise, I replant potted history

You can't eat from spinning plates

Can't lick clean the mess it makes

Seen all there is to be shown

Darling, I'm coming home

Still flutters pitter patter

Feeling embittered, battered

Behold the once and future me

Sad suppers for the saudaddy

Frogmarch through the city, ascend another synthetic summit

Until I see the route the crows fly to you, then I will want no part of it

Save you epiphanies for the sea level. Save them for the Broadsands

Save them for throwing out time at Scribes West. Save them for chucking up in your own hands.

Never once a miser with the misery

Clever compromise, I replant potted history

You can't eat from spinning plates

Can't lick clean the mess it makes

Seen all there is to be shown

Darling, I'm coming home

Still flutters pitter patter

Feeling embittered, battered

Behold the once and future me

Sad suppers for the saudaddy