of Montreal - Virgilian Lots lyrics
[of Montreal - Virgilian Lots lyrics]
The pigs are taking shots at
The mourners on the hill
I'm truly not neutral but
I lost all direction
Day I woke ready to blow the bridge
For finding you hand over your mouth
So instead, I burned my own village down
I'm grieving for you, my love
And I don't understand what's going on
Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac
We were once stable
So sad I must bury every thought of
You before it shows it's teeth
Now I amuse myself with the
Dubious form of Virgilian Lots
Like your neo-feminist divinations
I'm grieving for you, my love
And I don't understand what's going on
Our memories, once almost sacred
Are embarrassments to me now
Of the three things I find most shocking
The first is how trivial you are
The second is my depth of feeling third
The purity of our collapse
I'm grieving for you, my love
And I don't understand what's going on
The mourners on the hill
I'm truly not neutral but
I lost all direction
Day I woke ready to blow the bridge
For finding you hand over your mouth
So instead, I burned my own village down
I'm grieving for you, my love
And I don't understand what's going on
Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac
We were once stable
So sad I must bury every thought of
You before it shows it's teeth
Now I amuse myself with the
Dubious form of Virgilian Lots
Like your neo-feminist divinations
I'm grieving for you, my love
And I don't understand what's going on
Our memories, once almost sacred
Are embarrassments to me now
Of the three things I find most shocking
The first is how trivial you are
The second is my depth of feeling third
The purity of our collapse
I'm grieving for you, my love
And I don't understand what's going on