Black Country, New Road - Opus

What we built from Black Country ground
In your car out of this small town
You on the back of my new push bike
Wheelie-ing down Thunder Road tonight

And I never felt so brave
On that unusually forgiving Sunday

What we built to keep ourselves warm
Burnt your hand and charmed the locals
All those mistakes laid out plainly
Anyone could see that the clamp was breaking me

And one more time
For the record

Everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little bit late to the party

Now everybody's coming up
I guess I should've had something else to say

And now everybody's coming up
What we built must fall to the rising flames

Everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little bit late to the party

Oh, oh everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little bit late to the party

Alright, everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little bit late to the party

Written by:
Isaac George Wood, Luke Jay Ma, Charlie Somerset Pailthorp Way, Georgia Elizabeth Ellery, Lewis David Evans

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Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.

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