Basketball Shoes - Black Country, New Road

Part 1 (0:00 - 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
The dark blue stem brings me to their breast

And I'm feelin' kinda normal with a packed lunch
Train rides don't hurt much these days
And 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 lookin' 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

Part 2 (5:25 - 7:50)

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

Interlude (7:50 - 9:46)

Part 3 (9:46 - 12:37)

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
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
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