| Song | Virgilian Lots |
| Artist | Of Montreal |
| Album | Aureate Gloom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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 |
| 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 Cuauhna huac |
| [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 neofeminist 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 |
| 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 Cuauhnā huac |
| [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 neofeminist 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 |