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 fifteen times inside

She counts yellow courgettes

And she glows like my mother

With the same warm brow

Like 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'm the weather

And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek

And it tortures me

Oh, in my bedsheets, now wet

Oh, of Charli

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 wet

Of Charli

I pray to forget

In dreams, my face still in your chest

Oh, your generous loan to me

Your crippling interest

Oh, in my bed sheets now are wet

Of Charli

I pray to forget

In dreams, my face is still in your chest

Oh your generous loan to me

Your crippling interest