To Tundra - Los Campesinos!

Meet me at St. Nicholas

Among the oaks, behind the church

That sway like pig-tailed girls as summer wind whistles

Around your bare-skin knees and the forsythia leaves

In the shade, lay with me

Tickled by the feather reed

That’s where the trees grow old under the ivy’s hold

As you in my two arms, equally safe from harm

And in a hazy day dream, our bodies married the stream

And we grow down into pebbles and silt

The water ran from the fields until the oceans were filled

And found the sea bed the comfiest quilt

There was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats

In rows from transept to chancel to nave

And when their anger had paused

I turned and answered their calls

With, «You're just audience, I’m the applause»

We take on the burden of all these sad-eyed children

With lilies bunched in our hands

We fake our concern and speak softly as the surgeon

Tells wife to cancel her plans

Take a body to water, take a body to tundra

Just take me with you as well

Please take a body to water, take a body to tundra

Just take me with you as well