Velcro - Bell X1

There’s not a lot that you

Can do in this van

With these fine young boys

Stuck in confined spaces

The pram has only so many toys

We fall in love with girls

In hi-vis jackets

The girls in the golf carts

Welly-tans, sunglasses

But it’s over before it starts

In a field in Texas

Under the welcome rain

Pulled from the deepening

Quicksand

By an angel and his chain

I’ll be your tongue,

You’ll be be my groove

I’ll be your positive,

You’ll be my negative

I’ll be your tongue,

You’ll be be my groove

I’ll drive the getaway

And you bring the glue

I’ll be your velcro

Now we’re clacking at computers

In the sickly light they throw

All jonsing for wifi

So we can steal more TV shows

Watching a six year old on YouTube

Playing drums to Billie Jean

This is the stuff that binds us This and all those Dairy Queens

I’ll be your tongue,

You’ll be be my groove

I’ll be your positive,

You’ll be my negative

I’ll be your tongue,

You’ll be be my groove

I’ll drive the getaway

And you bring the glue

I’ll be your velcro

Heading home, airport screening

The man has his rubber gloves on He says there’s explosive residue

On the strings of my guitar

That’ll be six weeks of sweat now

In a pop/rock combo

Why don’t you come and join us?

You can take all the solos

And I’ll be your tongue,

You’ll be be my groove

I’ll be your positive,

You’ll be my negative

I’ll be your tongue,

You’ll be be my groove

I’ll drive the getaway and

You bring the glue

I’ll be your velcro