Black Country, New Road Basketball Shoes
Instrumental Intro (0:00 - 3:18)
Part I (3:18 - 5:25)
Concorde flies in my room
Tears the house to shreds
Defines the night as such
A home for us, stick insects
And leaves no trace of luck
At every market town that we intersect
I die like fifteen times
A dark blue stem brings me to their breast
And I'm feeling kinda normal with a packed lunch
Train rides don't hurt much these days
We're all working on ourselves, and we're praying that the rest don't mind how much we've changed
So if you see me looking strange with a fresh style
I'm still not feeling that great
And then it's in soft-focus all around you
You can't see the football game
On my dad's sofa, we are still, and we never look at our phones anymore
Instrumental (5:25 - 6:39)
Part II (6:39 - 7:51)
Oh, I can't think of anything better
Pick a hair off my sweater
And drown in me
Like boyfriend jeans
Oh, I haven't felt this way in like ever
I am the convo, you are the weather
And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek
And it tortures me
And I haven't felt this way in like ever
I am the convo, you are the weather
And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek
And it tortures me
Instrumental (7:51 - 9:46)
Part III (9:46 - end)
In my bedsheets, now wet
Of Charlie, I pray to forget
All I've been
Forms the drone, we sing the rest
Oh, your generous loan to me
Your crippling interest
And my bed sheets now wet
Of Charlie, I pray to forget
All I've been
Forms the drone, we sing the rest
Oh, your generous loan to me
Your crippling interest
Oh, in my bedsheets, now wet
Of Charlie, I pray to forget
All I've been forms the drone, we sing the rest
Oh, your generous loan to me, your crippling interest
