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Los Campesinos!

"Tiptoe Through The True Bits"

You asked if you could see me, before I went to Spain

You didn’t give a reason, didn’t know what you would say
But I was hoping that my breath on your face,
would blow every last thing into place

The bed-spread decked in suns and moons and symbols of the star-signs,
how you read how mine applied to how I would be sex-wise
And in my arms you disappeared and I seemed twice the size,
slept and woke with lips together, sleeping felt like lies

Girl, I helped you with your demons, but your ghosts are now haunting me too
That French bitch, an ex-boyfriend threatening to tie his neck to the roof
But if we tiptoe through the true bits
We might make it to the other side
What doesn’t kill you, leaves you wounded
But I will nurse you better alright
I’ve been waking on your side of the bed
As the sun’s been rising in the west

If your skin feels softer, I’ve no argument to make,
the weight of such apologies caused stronger men to ache
If his kisses draw the bad out, I can’t have a complaint
as they hit your tongue like sedatives while I lay wide awake

You can feel a tremor in a single word, it rattles down your spinal chord
And you can catch a raincloud in an hourglass, but it will turn into a storm
Knee deep in flowers we’ll stray,
You keep the showers away

God, this made my day n_n

(Source: sleepssundays, via fuckyeahloscampesinos)

Benjamin Francis Leftwich

"Atlas Hands"

I will remember your face
‘Cause I am still in love with that place
But when the stars are the only things we share
Will you be there?

I’ve got a plan
I’ve got an atlas in my hands
I’m gonna turn when I listen to the lessons that I’ve learned

(Source: feelingwithsounds, via feelingwithsounds)

Sigur Rós

"Sæglópur (Lost at Sea)"

I reiterate; Icelandic music, my heart.

(Source: corazonespintabayo)