Cavalcade through antemortem, terminal suburban boredom
Summon second magpie for a small dopamine hit
You wait and watch your own self die, not final act but in real time
You are the sight and seeing, you're a reflection of it
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
Line engaged cradle to grave, you occupy liminal space
A recipe for disaster, a table laid for two
I'm mouth agape arms open wide, not to receive but crucified
The wind whistled a tune I stole and sang for you
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
You're a million bucks and I am avarice, you know how I hunger for it
I couldn't draw a dime in fifty states
Nonarrival to your party, I did Five Halves for my birthday
Bitter, lager, Guinness, cider, lemonade to chase
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years and years to come
No talk of the shape of the ceremonial counties
There's no Runners Up Hall Of Fame
I plucked a white-hot shooting star, to wish upon when times are hard
An asterisk against your name
0898 HEARTACHE
You're calling me a mistake
Just call me if you want a bad time
Dial 0898 HEARTACHE
If your calling me's a mistake
Then tell me why we're both still on the line?
Los Campesinos! - 0898 Heartache Lyrics
Los Campesinos! - 0898 Heartache Lyrics
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Cavalcade through antemortem, terminal suburban boredom
Summon second magpie for a small dopamine hit
You wait and watch your own self die, not final act but in real time
You are the sight and seeing, you're a reflection of it
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
Line engaged cradle to grave, you occupy liminal space
A recipe for disaster, a table laid for two
I'm mouth agape arms open wide, not to receive but crucified
The wind whistled a tune I stole and sang for you
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
You're a million bucks and I am avarice, you know how I hunger for it
I couldn't draw a dime in fifty states
Nonarrival to your party, I did Five Halves for my birthday
Bitter, lager, Guinness, cider, lemonade to chase
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years and years to come
No talk of the shape of the ceremonial counties
There's no Runners Up Hall Of Fame
I plucked a white-hot shooting star, to wish upon when times are hard
An asterisk against your name
0898 HEARTACHE
You're calling me a mistake
Just call me if you want a bad time
Dial 0898 HEARTACHE
If your calling me's a mistake
Then tell me why we're both still on the line?
Summon second magpie for a small dopamine hit
You wait and watch your own self die, not final act but in real time
You are the sight and seeing, you're a reflection of it
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
Line engaged cradle to grave, you occupy liminal space
A recipe for disaster, a table laid for two
I'm mouth agape arms open wide, not to receive but crucified
The wind whistled a tune I stole and sang for you
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
You're a million bucks and I am avarice, you know how I hunger for it
I couldn't draw a dime in fifty states
Nonarrival to your party, I did Five Halves for my birthday
Bitter, lager, Guinness, cider, lemonade to chase
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years and years to come
No talk of the shape of the ceremonial counties
There's no Runners Up Hall Of Fame
I plucked a white-hot shooting star, to wish upon when times are hard
An asterisk against your name
0898 HEARTACHE
You're calling me a mistake
Just call me if you want a bad time
Dial 0898 HEARTACHE
If your calling me's a mistake
Then tell me why we're both still on the line?
Writer: Gareth Paisey, Tom Bromley
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.