[Verse 1: Gareth]

I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip

I said, "You've taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip"

But she's not eating again, she's not eating again

She's not eating again, she's not eating again

I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate

I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant

She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single

Word she said, believe a word she said

[Verse 2: Gareth]

At fourteen, her mother died in a routine operation

From an allergic reaction to a general anaesthetic

Spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions

In a futile attempt to know more than the doctors

She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders

Waiting for the tide

To drag her to the ocean, to another sea's shore

This thing hurts like hell

But what did you expect?

[Chorus: Los Campesinos!]

And all you can hear

Is the sound of your own heart

And all you can feel

Is your lungs flood and the blood course

But, oh, I can see

Five-hundred years dead set ahead of me

Five-hundred behind

A thousand years in perfect symmetry

[Verse 3: Gareth]

Best known left wrist, right finger through all the Southern states

On every video games machine, they call her triple-A

There were racists on the radio, trying to give up smoking

The chat show host, he joked

"You have to wait for the government program"

Talk about your politics

And I wonder if you could be one of them

But you could never kiss a Tory boy

Without wanting to cut off your tongue again

[Verse 4: Gareth]

A good place to look to the future

Is when you are sat at the sea

With the salt up to your ankles

And a view of the end of the pier

You may look down at your model's feet

And wish that you’d just float away

And the weather here is overcast

And the sea is the same shade of grey

So the landscape before you

Looks just like the edge of the world

But to the left side and the right side

Either way is a crazy golf course

The sea is a good place (The sea is a good place)

To think of, to think about the future

[Chorus: Los Campesinos!]

And all you can hear

Is the sound of your own heart

And all you can feel

Is your lungs flood and the blood course

But, oh, I can see

Five-hundred years dead set ahead of me

Five-hundred behind

A thousand years in perfect symmetry

A thousand years, no getting rid of me

A thousand years in perfect symmetry