Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Breakbeats
Los Campesinos!
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
Any more tears for the perfect?
Pulled by his chart directly into misery
Kiss him in the face with no lips and no tongue
But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers
Singing I see songs in shapes and colours
Like nuclear physics or pottery ovens
Fluid lines that soar like towers
Patterns that form just like child actors
Put your hand right by my spine (?)
Replace it with a UV light
So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected
These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
They beat round and round to me
You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be
So stick with your instincts
Stick with the imprints
With the hieroglyphics that the fan club sent us
A roll with the toppers
The sly steady choppers
Bat it with your eyelids
And lose it with your static
Go b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b - hey!
I'm taking far too many chances
On these less than idealistic romances
Put your hand right by my spine
Replace it with a UV light
So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected
These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
They beat round and round to me
You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be.