What Death Leaves Behind

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

Oh, 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 spitballing
All the witches cackle 'round my cauldron
Recognize the lies from my poker tongue
Is it true?

They say you and me (they say you and me)
Are tautology (are tautology)
What grows from the seeds (what grows from the seeds)
Can you quite believe? (Can you quite believe?)
Through cracks come the weeds (through cracks come the weeds)
Long-time listener (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 barbeque, 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?

They say you and me (they say you and me)
Are tautology (are tautology)
What grows from the seeds (what grows from the seeds)
Can you quite believe? (Can you quite believe?)
Through cracks come the weeds (through cracks come the weeds)
Long-time listener (long-time listener), first-time caller
No need to remind me what death leaves behind me

We tread it carefully (we feel around in kid-gloves)
What death will leave behind (death will leave behind love)
We will flower again (I have surely seen it)
We will flower again

They say you and me (they say you and me)
Are tautology (are tautology)
What grows from the seeds (what grows from the seeds)
Can you quite believe? (Can you quite believe?)
Through cracks come the weeds (through cracks come the weeds)
Long-time listener (long-time listener), first-time caller
No need to remind me what death leaves behind me



Credits
Writer(s): Gareth Paisey, Thomas Bromley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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