To the Boneyard - 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