Little Mouth by Los Campesinos!

Little mouth, little doubts
And now your spittle's sowing the seeds
We should be led in flower bed
Not in your headspace pulling up weeds
Dirty hands, the offer stands
Leant on two crutches bowed at the knees
But if you build a home from human bones
You're gonna end up in the debris

I feel such a long way from you
Everything we seem to undo
Every single hour feels like two
And I feel such a long way from you

Little mouth, little droughts
Your throat as dry as a midsummer's stream
Under duress, I'd cross my chest
To stop my sins bursting out at the seams
Cross your heart that after dark
It isn't only your eyes that'll gleam
'Cause if you shroud your fire behind barbed wire
You're gonna end up as chickenfeed

• Alternative
• emo
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Cardiff