Paroles Hung empty Los Campesinos

Hung empty

They're singing Bread of Heaven but they're baking it with our dough
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
Wish I'd savoured that awkward little silence that grew up to be a deafening hush
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push

The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete

He's playing dickhead's advocate and every date's a house show
I'm dropping my defences 'til libido's my libero
And if you're keeping track of the notches, even if he had a four-poster bed
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchip, plucking splinters from his head

The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete

My vision is fading, it's blurry
There are fingerprints all over the sun
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
And we feel like we're the only ones

I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom

I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
Bring its mouth to my lips:
"Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"

We kneel at different altars but we all desire the same:
For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
We're small steps down a steep slope, exist as living proof:
Not right to call this old age
But it certainly ain't youth no more
This certainly ain't youth

I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled between the cobble stones
For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls?
Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face

The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete

My vision is fading, it's blurry
There are fingerprints all over the sun
I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
And I feel like I'm the only one

I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom

Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?