Dancers (Live at Bush Hall) - Black Country, New Road

"He used to choreograph on our computer"

The way she talks is dumb

She's fake in the way she talks to them

And it upsets me, I'm so ashamed

Barely recognise her

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the–

You recognise the faces but once you think past that

All the elements well, they're just gone

You recognise the faces but once you think past that

Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but they're just gone

The piece that she spoke about

Was a great piece

But I wanted to rip my ears out

Was a great piece

But I wanted to rip my ears out

She probably spoke of something interesting

But I was so bored, I was so fucking bored

But still they loved to lap it up

I used to know that girl

Well, I thought so anyway

What the hell was she doing?

She was there just making sounds, just sounds

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

You recognise the faces but once you think past that

All the elements, well, they're just gone

And you recognise the faces but once you think past that

All the elements, well

'Cause dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

You recognise the faces but once you think past that

All the elements, well, they're gone

And you recognise the faces but once you think past that

All the elements, well

'Cause dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the stage

Dancers stand very still on the-

And you recognise the faces but once you think past that

All the elements, well, they're just gone

And you recognise the faces but once you think past that

All the elements, well

I thought I knew how to speak my mind, and to be kind

Well, I guess that I'm just not that saint I'm meant to be