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  • 作词 : Charlie Wayne/Isaac Wood/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde/Georgia Ellery
    作曲 : Charlie Wayne/Isaac Wood/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde/Sergio Maschetzko/Georgia Ellery
    Part I
    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

    Part II
    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
    That tortures me

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

    Part III
    Oh 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 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

    Oh and 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
  • 作词 : Charlie Wayne/Isaac Wood/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde/Georgia Ellery
    作曲 : Charlie Wayne/Isaac Wood/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde/Sergio Maschetzko/Georgia Ellery
    Part I
    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

    Part II
    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
    That tortures me

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

    Part III
    Oh 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 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

    Oh and 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