Four Seasons - Los Campesinos!

When I come home it will be with

Someone else’s blood on my shirt

Another county’s dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans

And I won’t wanna talk about it

What you prise from 'tween my fingers

That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue

A love life under two shadows

But you don’t wanna talk about it

The bus stands still, the landscape scrolls right by

(I love you more than ever)

Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides

(I love you more than ever)

Something verdant, something blooming

Something golden, something dead

Cut into uneven quarters

All four seasons in my head

And when I lay you down we’ll be beneath

(I love you more than ever)

Duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets

(I love you more than ever)

Something verdant, something blooming

Something golden, something dead

Cut into uneven quarters

All four seasons in my head

Something verdant, something blooming

Something golden, something dead

Cut into uneven quarters

All four seasons in my head

Something verdant, something blooming

Something golden, something dead

Cut into uneven quarters

All four seasons

As you bathe the stains from my skin

Only dirt is washed away

'Cause all the bad lays far more deep

Please, I don’t wanna talk about it