What Death Leaves Behind
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โฑ๏ธ 3:30 duration
๐ ID: 27553174
๐ Lyrics
I was the first match struck at the first cremation
You are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton
If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me
I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body
Well, summer sighed and summoned up hail
Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
May be heart-slob but I want 'em to know
Cut and shut us like a portmanteau
We sit around just spitballing
All the witches cackle 'round my cauldron
Recognise the lies from my poker tongue
Is it true?
They say you and me are tautology
What grows from the seeds
Can you quite believe?
Through cracks come the weeds
Long time listener, first time caller
No need to remind me
What death leaves behind me
Why must I lie awake from dusk until the morning
Through fear of being impaled upon errant mattress spring?
Within a waking dream, I finally made my heel turn
Lived life as Super 8 when you were promised Hilton
Propose me as a pardon for sins
Led on barbecue, I'm burnt offerings
I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord
Edit one, League Cup 2004
We, delicate as a filigree
Cleared a place for us in the chicory
Colosseum blood will dry in the sun
Is it true?
They say you and me are tautology
What grows from the seeds
Can you quite believe?
Through cracks come the weeds
Long time listener, first time caller
No need to remind me
What death leaves behind me
We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves
What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love
We will flower again, I have surely seen it
We will flower again
They say you and me are tautology
What grows from the seeds
Can you quite believe?
Through cracks come the weeds
Long time listener, first time caller
No need to remind me
What death leaves behind me
You are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton
If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me
I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body
Well, summer sighed and summoned up hail
Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
May be heart-slob but I want 'em to know
Cut and shut us like a portmanteau
We sit around just spitballing
All the witches cackle 'round my cauldron
Recognise the lies from my poker tongue
Is it true?
They say you and me are tautology
What grows from the seeds
Can you quite believe?
Through cracks come the weeds
Long time listener, first time caller
No need to remind me
What death leaves behind me
Why must I lie awake from dusk until the morning
Through fear of being impaled upon errant mattress spring?
Within a waking dream, I finally made my heel turn
Lived life as Super 8 when you were promised Hilton
Propose me as a pardon for sins
Led on barbecue, I'm burnt offerings
I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord
Edit one, League Cup 2004
We, delicate as a filigree
Cleared a place for us in the chicory
Colosseum blood will dry in the sun
Is it true?
They say you and me are tautology
What grows from the seeds
Can you quite believe?
Through cracks come the weeds
Long time listener, first time caller
No need to remind me
What death leaves behind me
We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves
What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love
We will flower again, I have surely seen it
We will flower again
They say you and me are tautology
What grows from the seeds
Can you quite believe?
Through cracks come the weeds
Long time listener, first time caller
No need to remind me
What death leaves behind me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.93] I was the first match struck at the first cremation
[00:21.73] You are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton
[00:26.30] If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me
[00:30.69] I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body
[00:36.67] Well, summer sighed and summoned up hail
[00:40.66] Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
[00:44.70] May be heart-slob but I want 'em to know
[00:48.83] Cut and shut us like a portmanteau
[00:53.95] We sit around just spitballing
[00:57.86] All the witches cackle 'round my cauldron
[01:01.90] Recognise the lies from my poker tongue
[01:06.68] Is it true?
[01:07.40] They say you and me are tautology
[01:11.90] What grows from the seeds
[01:14.26] Can you quite believe?
[01:16.45] Through cracks come the weeds
[01:18.70] Long time listener, first time caller
[01:21.99] No need to remind me
[01:24.33] What death leaves behind me
[01:31.60] Why must I lie awake from dusk until the morning
[01:35.67] Through fear of being impaled upon errant mattress spring?
[01:40.39] Within a waking dream, I finally made my heel turn
[01:44.68] Lived life as Super 8 when you were promised Hilton
[01:50.59] Propose me as a pardon for sins
[01:54.44] Led on barbecue, I'm burnt offerings
[01:59.00] I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord
[02:03.31] Edit one, League Cup 2004
[02:08.09] We, delicate as a filigree
[02:11.71] Cleared a place for us in the chicory
[02:16.33] Colosseum blood will dry in the sun
[02:21.01] Is it true?
[02:21.84] They say you and me are tautology
[02:26.46] What grows from the seeds
[02:28.80] Can you quite believe?
[02:30.52] Through cracks come the weeds
[02:32.93] Long time listener, first time caller
[02:35.96] No need to remind me
[02:38.62] What death leaves behind me
[02:50.76] We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves
[02:54.61] What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love
[02:59.10] We will flower again, I have surely seen it
[03:03.45] We will flower again
[03:05.59] They say you and me are tautology
[03:09.80] What grows from the seeds
[03:11.86] Can you quite believe?
[03:13.74] Through cracks come the weeds
[03:16.14] Long time listener, first time caller
[03:19.64] No need to remind me
[03:22.04] What death leaves behind me
[03:28.98]
[00:21.73] You are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton
[00:26.30] If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me
[00:30.69] I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body
[00:36.67] Well, summer sighed and summoned up hail
[00:40.66] Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
[00:44.70] May be heart-slob but I want 'em to know
[00:48.83] Cut and shut us like a portmanteau
[00:53.95] We sit around just spitballing
[00:57.86] All the witches cackle 'round my cauldron
[01:01.90] Recognise the lies from my poker tongue
[01:06.68] Is it true?
[01:07.40] They say you and me are tautology
[01:11.90] What grows from the seeds
[01:14.26] Can you quite believe?
[01:16.45] Through cracks come the weeds
[01:18.70] Long time listener, first time caller
[01:21.99] No need to remind me
[01:24.33] What death leaves behind me
[01:31.60] Why must I lie awake from dusk until the morning
[01:35.67] Through fear of being impaled upon errant mattress spring?
[01:40.39] Within a waking dream, I finally made my heel turn
[01:44.68] Lived life as Super 8 when you were promised Hilton
[01:50.59] Propose me as a pardon for sins
[01:54.44] Led on barbecue, I'm burnt offerings
[01:59.00] I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord
[02:03.31] Edit one, League Cup 2004
[02:08.09] We, delicate as a filigree
[02:11.71] Cleared a place for us in the chicory
[02:16.33] Colosseum blood will dry in the sun
[02:21.01] Is it true?
[02:21.84] They say you and me are tautology
[02:26.46] What grows from the seeds
[02:28.80] Can you quite believe?
[02:30.52] Through cracks come the weeds
[02:32.93] Long time listener, first time caller
[02:35.96] No need to remind me
[02:38.62] What death leaves behind me
[02:50.76] We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves
[02:54.61] What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love
[02:59.10] We will flower again, I have surely seen it
[03:03.45] We will flower again
[03:05.59] They say you and me are tautology
[03:09.80] What grows from the seeds
[03:11.86] Can you quite believe?
[03:13.74] Through cracks come the weeds
[03:16.14] Long time listener, first time caller
[03:19.64] No need to remind me
[03:22.04] What death leaves behind me
[03:28.98]