Basketball Shoes - Live from the Queen Elizabeth Hall

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 that we intersect
I die like 15 times inside
She counts yellow courgettes

And she glows like my mother, with the same warm brow
It's childhood holidays gone
I'll say something weightless like, "Where the hell did you fall from?"
And she understands me, looks at me with wide eyes
Like she's found again
She's in soft focus all around me
Oh, I can't see the football game
On my dad's sofa, we are still
And we never look at our phones anymore

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
She is the convo, I am the weather
And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek
That tortures me

And I haven't felt this way in like ever
She is the convo, I am the weather
And the planet is a cracked smile cheek
And it tortures me

Oh, in my bedsheets, now wet
Of Charlie, I pray to forget
In dreams, my face is still in your chest
Oh, your generous loan to me, your crippling interest
My bedsheets now are wet
Of Charlie, I pray to forget
In dreams, my face is still in your chest
Oh, your generous loan to me, your crippling interest

Oh, and my bedsheets now are wet
Of Charlie, I pray to forget
In dreams, my face is still in your chest
Oh, your generous loan to me, your crippling interest