Los Campesinos - Life is a long time

^GMy brown eyes, two pools of mud ^EmResting in two dark moons, they turn the ^Dtide into a ^Gflood ^EmAnd the bloodshot lines in the whites ^Gmap every A road in this town, ^EmAll the glare of the city lights, ev^Dery cul de sac we^G've talked down ^GOver time they build up the city, and our ^Emarguments show it all ^GEvery ring road, every motorway, ^Emdisplayed in crease and wrinkle ^CUntil my face is a map you have folded up ^Done hundred, one thousand times.

^EmYou know it starts pretty ^Grough and ends ^Cup even ^Gworse, And what goes ^Emon in ^Gbetween, I try to ^Ckeep it out of my ^Gthoughts

^GYour blue eyes are like the deepest and the warmest seas ^EmAs the salt elevates my body, they float my ^Dheart up past my ^Gteeth ^EmAnd with the water and the Cypriot sun, ^Gwould your psoriasis bleach and be gone? ^EmWould it fix the pallor of my skin? ^DWould my freckles all m^Geld into one? ^GYour body above me, sobbing down, ^Emmy cheeks wet from your tears ^GThey extinguish each of the burning ^Emthread veins, flow down to my ears ^CNow they rest in two tiny reservoirs that ^Doverfed the wedded canals

^EmYou know it starts pretty ^Grough and ends ^Cup even ^Gworse, And what goes ^Emon in b^Getween, I try to ^Ckeep it out of my ^Gthoughts

And ^Clife, life is a long time, too long to my ^Emmind, too long by ^Gfar Between my ^Emwaterfalls and your ^Dlandslides, there's ^Emcartography in every ^Gscar Life, ^Clife is a long time, too long to my ^Emmind, too long by ^Gfar

^EmBecause it starts pretty ^Grough and ends ^Cup even ^Gworse, And what goes ^Emon in ^Gbetween, I try to ^Ckeep it out of my ^Gthoughts ^EmYou know it starts pretty ^Grough and ^Cends up even ^Gworse, And what goes ^Emon in b^Getween, I try to ^Ckeep it out of my ^Gthoughts