Los Campesinos – Coda A Burn Scar In The Shape Of The Sooner State Lyrics

Run the water til it scalds you
Know that Im listening
Pitter patter runs the shower
Hits the bare porcelain
Watch the dirt run down the plughole
Hear it echo within
They described you nude in detail
I knew everything

An artists impression of the Manhattan skyline
And a soon-to-be burned scar
In the perfect shape of the Sooner State
I fall to my knees, my piss-soaked jeans
The first time, the last time
All the times in between
The first time, the last time
All the times I wouldve liked there to have been

I cant believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea
I cant believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea
I cant believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea