To the Boneyard
Los Campesinos!
Respite in twilight, space in the cavity wall
At grandparent's house behind the apple tree
Where once you sang with your siblings now
Watching bodies bobbing down the stream, leaving the town
I'm a picture of no flesh, only bones as we're stripping off my skin to run it up the pole
And salute the breeze that ripples the sheath of the skeleton that's trembling on the ground beneath
Walked your entire country up the central reservation
Take me to the boneyard, baby, take me to the boneyard, baby
The deadest stare, the slackest hair, the saddest conservation
Take me to the boneyard, baby, take me to the boneyard, baby
We rifle through piles of bones
For something to chew on
For something to own
Through my teenage years at my mother's house, every evening
Six times, there comes a phone call to ask
Where's my daughter gone? She moved six years ago
Now receiver's cold, the phone calls dry, there's no one home
And that is what we feared the most
Walked your entire country up the central reservation
Take me to the boneyard, baby, take me to the boneyard, baby
The deadest stare, the slackest hair, the saddest conservation
Take me to the boneyard, baby, take me to the boneyard, baby
We rifle through piles of bones
For something to chew on
For something to own
We rifle through piles of bones
For something to chew on
For something to own
(Take me to the boneyard, baby)
And so we stitched our eyes and mouths closed lest we open them
(Take me to the boneyard, baby)
Breaking the seal that our bodies have formed
(Take me to the boneyard, baby)
As a natural defence just to hold back the sorrow
(Take me to the boneyard, baby)
That friends made today will be deaths mourned tomorrow
Take me to the boneyard, baby