Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Los Campesinos!
Performer
Gareth Paisey
Vocals
Gareth Campesinos
Vocals
Oli Campesinos
Drums
Ellen Waddell
Bass Guitar
Aleks Berditchevskaia
Keyboards
Harriet Campesinos
Violin
Tom Campesinos
Guitar
Aleks Campesinos
Vocals
Harriet Coleman
Violin
Neil Turner
Guitar
Ollie Briggs
Drums
Neil Campesinos!
Guitar
Tom Bromley
Guitar
Ellen Campesinos
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gareth Campesinos
Lyrics
Tom Campesinos
String Arranger
Los Campesinos!
Co-Arranger
Harriet Campesinos
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Goodmanson
Mixing Engineer
Guy Davie
Mastering Engineer
Songteksten
Darling, I'm with St. Bernard's
And we are scouring the Alps and the Andes
And if they die, then it is on my head
They followed paw prints in the snow
To my throne, to my bed
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking, still yawning
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
Sure, there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring
Start as you mean to continue
Complacent and self-involved
You're trying not to be nervous
If you are trying at all
I will wait, I will bake phallic cake
Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse
But my strength's within lies
Ventricle cauterized
It's the way of living that I espouse
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking, still yawning
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
Sure, there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring
We are two ships that pass in the night
You and I, we are nothing alike
I am a pleasure cruise
You are gone out to trawl
Return nets empty
Nothing there at all
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking, still yawning
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
Sure, there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring
Written by: Gareth Campesinos, Gareth Paisey, Thomas Bromley, Tom Campesinos

