Television Show (feat. Black Country, New Road) [Live]
Loose grip on your neck, too much red wine
Shouldn't be too long until I see the signs
When you tell me to leave, when I leave you behind
Shouldn't worry about it when you tell me it's fine
I thought I saw you in the film
Or on the television show
As I lie, I lie so still
Well, I'm still a lie you know
Blank look on your face, gonna be here all night
And you keep on saying how you don't wanna fight
Would you stop just to think for a minute and breathe?
I just thought never thought you'd really leave
Thought I saw her in the film
Or on the television show
As I lie, I lie so still
I never thought you'd really go
The thoughts are back in the smoke stack
Motion blur turned my heart black
I can't look away
Baby's on the wing of a plane
In the cheese-hole sky
London's burning again
And you can't save them
I could have sworn it was you in the background
I got so fat, I was totally round
So I couldn't get the sound to work
Subpar, folks
I really hurt myself, I really hurt myself
Trying to get to the monitor
To press the button
For my last trick, for my last trick
For my last trick, for my last trick
For my last trick, for my last trick
For my last trick, for my last trick
Folks, folks
Folks, folks
Folks
Shouldn't be too long until I see the signs
When you tell me to leave, when I leave you behind
Shouldn't worry about it when you tell me it's fine
I thought I saw you in the film
Or on the television show
As I lie, I lie so still
Well, I'm still a lie you know
Blank look on your face, gonna be here all night
And you keep on saying how you don't wanna fight
Would you stop just to think for a minute and breathe?
I just thought never thought you'd really leave
Thought I saw her in the film
Or on the television show
As I lie, I lie so still
I never thought you'd really go
The thoughts are back in the smoke stack
Motion blur turned my heart black
I can't look away
Baby's on the wing of a plane
In the cheese-hole sky
London's burning again
And you can't save them
I could have sworn it was you in the background
I got so fat, I was totally round
So I couldn't get the sound to work
Subpar, folks
I really hurt myself, I really hurt myself
Trying to get to the monitor
To press the button
For my last trick, for my last trick
For my last trick, for my last trick
For my last trick, for my last trick
For my last trick, for my last trick
Folks, folks
Folks, folks
Folks
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Writer(s): Ethan Paul Flynn
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