Drop It Doe Eyes-Los Campesinos!

[ti:Drop It Doe Eyes] [ar:Los Campesinos] [al:Hold on Now Youngster] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.01]Drop It Doe Eyes - Los Campesinos! [00:00.02]Written by：Team Campesinos! [00:00.04] [00:18.01]You expected my war diaries [00:20.07]But time ran out and I, [00:22.07]I let you down. [00:22.88]A small thanks note written in French [00:25.00]Is no shorthand for this thing gave me writers cramp. [00:29.88] [00:38.30]I had a dream about shapeshifting [00:39.86]Well we move with such elegance [00:42.85]With such grace [00:43.79]With all our dignity just in place. [00:48.41]Deer die with their eyes wide open [00:52.21]Eyes wide open [00:53.23]Eyes wide open. [00:55.16]Deer die with their eyes wide open. [00:57.75] [01:10.20]Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons [01:12.19]To get across the sense of impending doom. [01:15.62]And the leaves like the artwork to major leagues [01:18.31]Look like dead foxes on the hard shoulder. [01:20.74]And for some reason I think that I attributed [01:22.92]This story to the bypass of the town I hadn't visited, [01:25.74]So goes the backing track [01:27.37]Of all the sighs we'd ever sighed. [01:30.62] [01:31.56]Deer die with their eyes wide open [01:34.69]Eyes wide open [01:35.81]Eyes wide open. [01:37.56]Deer die with their eyes wide open. [01:40.35] [01:53.93]Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons [01:56.43]To get across the sense of impending doom. [01:59.24]And I am 17 pages through this notebook now [02:01.86]And there are little more than how I see [02:04.68]And an x-ray machine that's more like a television screen [02:07.80]And you're in a rut [02:08.80]And I know that you know what I mean, [02:11.05]Then the realisation hits [02:12.92]That not even two gospel choirs could save us now. [02:17.02] [02:27.30] Turn up on your doorstep [02:28.17]Feeling like roadkill [02:29.61]Tasting like postage stamps [02:31.30]And when I touch you [02:32.48]You fold up like an envelope [02:33.80]With everything I ever wrote [02:35.37]Pouring out of your mouth.