Letra The order of the seasons Los Campesinos

The order of the seasons

I turn to the booze and my thoughts turn to you
But I'm not blaming the drink for the things I do
A matching tattoo with a girl you don't see
Your best friend that you think of as enemy
With mine in the bar, boring on about xG
I stare at my phone, I am willing you text me
You sleep on the south coast, with a boy who's milquetoast
I'd eat him for breakfast

I look above me, there's a dirt cloud
A grand piano, fraying rope
When the halo slips, we beg instead
Give us this day our daily dread
While the happiness ain't certain, you know the heartbreak's guaranteed
When the halo slips, we beg instead
Give us this day our daily dread

My thoughts turn to you, so I turn to the booze
I'm only blaming myself for the things I do
Shame comes quick and it won't ever pass
I watch a Berocca fizz in a dirty glass
Summon the spit, swallow my meds and my vits
Would your blood run cold, from a birthday wish?
You leave or you're powerless, a cream-getting sourpuss
My sweet words are curdling

I look above me, there's a dirt cloud
A grand piano, fraying rope
When the halo slips, we beg instead
Give us this day our daily dread
While the happiness ain't certain, you know the heartbreak's guaranteed
When the halo slips, we beg instead
Give us this day our daily

It's been many years, since I played a high line
They ask you how you feel, you say "I feel fine"
The order of the seasons depends on when you're born
I start count in winter, and heading for a fall
It's been many years, since I played a high line
They ask you how you feel, you say that you feel fine
The order of the seasons depends on when you're born
I start count in winter, and heading for a fall

For a fall
Heading for a fall
(When the halo slips, we beg instead
Give us this day our daily dread)
Heading for a fall
For a fall
Heading for a fall
(When the halo slips, we beg instead
Give us this day our daily dread)

You know the heartbreak's guaranteed
When the halo slips, we beg instead
Give us this day our daily dread