Los Campesinos! - Hate For the Island Lyrics

(Recall the time)We straddled your windowpane(Smoked the last)Of the weed that sent you insaneIn a public looIn a borough of LondonThat I won't mentionYou phoned me in MinnesotaSaid you had a vital question(And as we smoked)You feared you neighbours might see(We watched a fox)Rip out the contents of eachBin-bag that lined the roadAnd then you turned to see me mouth"Those entrails are how I'll feelWhen you decide to leave me."Now I've a whole lot of hate for the islandSince your friends buried you down thereSix feet deep beneath the sandBut at least I know we'll never beThat far now from each otherJust a couple hundred feet either side of sea levelIt's no lie if the waters roseAnd drowned that place from coast to coastYou wouldn't see this smile leaveMy face for all eternity.