[ti:Virgilian Lots]
[ar:Of Montreal]
[al:Aureate Gloom]
[00:04.03]
[00:13.83]The pigs are taking shots
[00:15.99]
[00:17.31]At the mourners on the hill
[00:20.67]
[00:21.97]I'm truly not neutral but I lost all direction
[00:27.57]
[00:28.87]Day I woke ready to blow the bridge
[00:33.05]For finding you hand over your mouth
[00:35.86]
[00:37.15]So instead  I burned my own village down
[00:40.68]
[00:41.56]I'm grieving for you  my love
[00:47.89]
[00:49.99]And I don't understand what's going on
[00:53.24]
[01:07.53]Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac
[01:11.04]We were once stable
[01:13.45]
[01:15.80]So sad I must bury every thought
[01:18.78]Of you before it shows its teeth
[01:22.12]
[01:22.95]Now I amuse myself
[01:25.67]With the tobeyes form of Virgilian Lots
[01:29.64]
[01:30.93]Like your neo-feminist divinations
[01:34.69]
[01:35.69]I'm grieving for you  my love
[01:42.05]
[01:44.00]And I don't understand what's going on
[01:47.25]
[01:57.43]Our memories  once almost sacred
[02:00.56]Are embarrassments to me now
[02:03.46]
[02:04.59]Of the three things I find most shocking
[02:07.97]The first is how trivial you are
[02:11.65]
[02:14.77]The second is my depth of feeling; third
[02:18.76]The purity of our collapse
[02:21.06]I'm grieving for you  my love
[02:27.24]
[02:29.23]And I don't understand what's going on