The Sea Is a Good Place to Think of the Future Los Campesinos!

[Verse 1: Gareth]
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip
I said, "You've taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip"
But she's not eating again, she's not eating again
She's not eating again, she's not eating again
I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate
I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant
She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single
Word she said, believe a word she said

[Verse 2: Gareth]
At fourteen, her mother died in a routine operation
From an allergic reaction to a general anaesthetic
Spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions
In a futile attempt to know more than the doctors
She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders
Waiting for the tide
To drag her to the ocean, to another sea's shore
This thing hurts like hell
But what did you expect?

[Chorus: Los Campesinos!]
And all you can hear
Is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel
Is your lungs flood and the blood course
But, oh, I can see
Five-hundred years dead set ahead of me
Five-hundred behind
A thousand years in perfect symmetry