Hung Empty-Los Campesinos!

[ti:Hung Empty] [ar:Los Campesinos!] [al:Sick Scenes] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Hung Empty - Los Campesinos! [00:12.63]They're singing Bread Of Heaven [00:13.99]But they're baking it with our dough [00:15.21] [00:18.78]Living as common criminal [00:19.95]But acting local hero [00:21.29] [00:24.43]Wish I'd savoured that awkward little silence [00:26.46] [00:27.74]That grew up to be a deafening hush [00:29.45] [00:31.20]Curling up cuddling a big red button to push [00:34.12] [00:37.17]The students spilling out at the bus stop [00:38.93] [00:39.96]Are forcing me to walk in the street [00:41.91] [00:43.29]I move against the tide of the tourists [00:45.05] [00:45.71]I am lacking but they're looking replete [00:47.77] [00:49.59]He's playing dickhead's advocate and every date's a house show [00:52.36] [00:55.64]I'm dropping my defences till libido's my libero [00:58.17] [01:01.89]And if you're keeping track of the notches [01:03.55] [01:04.66]Even if he had a four poster bed [01:06.64] [01:07.75]He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchip [01:09.89]Plucking splinters from his head [01:11.44] [01:14.19]The students spilling out at the bus stop [01:15.85] [01:17.19]Are forcing me to walk in the street [01:18.67] [01:20.27]I move against the tide of the tourists [01:21.87] [01:22.65]I am lacking but they're looking replete [01:24.64] [01:26.45]My vision is fading it's blurry [01:27.79] [01:29.40]There are finger prints all over the sun [01:30.93] [01:32.53]We're glad to be loved but we're lonely [01:34.34] [01:35.37]And we feel like we're the only ones [01:37.03] [01:38.88]I'm hung empty all night all afternoon [01:44.97] [01:46.37]Hung empty horse and not bride and groom [01:51.16] [01:52.46]Hung empty the world spins [01:54.65] [01:55.49]But we'll barricade the room [01:56.89] [01:58.57]Hung empty hang onto me [02:00.69] [02:01.70]And we'll quarantine the gloom [02:03.03] [02:04.96]I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager [02:07.65] [02:10.82]Bring its mouth to my lips [02:12.26]Oh holy holy I do not know what I'd do without you [02:16.07] [02:17.46]We kneel at different alters but we all desire the same [02:21.68] [02:23.32]For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim [02:27.65] [02:29.18]We're small steps down a steep slope [02:31.13] [02:32.42]Exist as living proof [02:33.76] [02:35.24]Not right to call this old age [02:37.14] [02:37.93]But it certainly ain't youth no more [02:40.60] [02:41.14]This certainly ain't youth [02:42.89] [02:44.24]I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled between the cobble stones [02:47.54] [02:50.35]For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us [02:53.67] [02:56.94]Oh would you let me rest in your flesh rolls [02:58.58] [02:59.62]Lay my languor in the calm of your shade [03:01.65] [03:03.05]Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face [03:06.06] [03:09.18]The students spilling out at the bus stop [03:10.95] [03:12.17]Are forcing me to walk in the street [03:13.74] [03:15.15]I move against the tide of the tourists [03:16.93] [03:17.56]I am lacking but they're looking replete [03:19.62] [03:21.28]My vision is fading it's blurry [03:22.73] [03:24.27]There are finger prints all over the sun [03:25.77] [03:27.36]We're glad to be loved but we're lonely [03:29.15] [03:29.79]And we feel like we're the only ones [03:32.70] [03:33.74]I'm hung empty all night all afternoon [03:39.65] [03:41.02]Hung empty horse and not bride and groom [03:45.80] [03:46.82]Hung empty the world spins [03:49.23] [03:49.97]But we'll barricade the room [03:51.28] [03:52.84]Hung empty hang onto me [03:55.19] [03:55.97]And we'll quarantine the gloom [03:57.53] [03:58.46]Feels like I've been waiting on it [04:00.55] [04:01.35]Nearly all my life [04:03.03] [04:04.33]But what if this is it now what if this is how we die [04:09.16] [04:10.34]Feels like I've been waiting on it [04:12.74] [04:13.98]Nearly all my life [04:15.12] [04:16.53]But what if this is it now what if this is how we die