A Heat Rash In The Shape Of The Show Me State; Or, Letters From Me To Charlotte-Los Campesinos!

[ti:A Heat Rash In The Shape Of Th] [ar:Los Campesinos] [al:Romance Is Boring] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]A Heat Rash In The Shape Of The Show Me State; Or, Letters From Me To Charlotte - Los Campesinos! [00:20.15]She'd a bruise so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of colours. [00:25.65]They kept it like a pet; a private joke they told no others. [00:31.24]And how the tissue repaired, and how it turned to yellow [00:36.68]And she found it disgusting, 'cause it didn't match her clothing. [00:40.68]He said "that's not yellow, it's golden". [00:46.27] [00:49.33]Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, [00:53.77]Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. [00:58.91] [01:05.60]The promised they'd be best of friends from now until forever, [01:11.04]But both were far too needy not to fall for the other. [01:15.04]And how the frequent public displays of sisterly affection, [01:20.42]Left her feeling safe, left him with an erection. [01:24.98]Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, [01:29.47]Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. [01:34.04] [01:41.23]Her body barely visible, as bleach-white as the bedsheets. [01:46.84]As stiff as starched, only perceptible as her middle was still branded [01:52.32]With a heat rash in the perfect shape of the Show-Me State. [01:56.89]Your come on lines sound disastrous; noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake. [02:04.07]Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, [02:07.89]Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. [02:13.70]Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, [02:17.60]Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. [02:23.04] [02:29.54]Letter from me to Charlotte; [02:31.83]"They appropriated everything we ever loved, and dressed it up in quotations and fluff. [02:39.00]And I had a dream: [though said with hands in pocket, I mean it hand on heart] [02:43.38]You held a gun to his head, pressed your thumbs to her throat". [02:48.47]In these letters. [02:50.84] [02:52.90]Letters from me to Charlotte. [02:55.03] [02:58.22]Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, [03:02.03] [03:02.59]Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. [03:06.59] [03:07.72]Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, [03:11.63]Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. [03:16.01] [03:18.57]This will never be the same, [03:22.19] [03:23.88]Things will never be the same again.