Bell X1 - Velcro lyrics

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

You fall in love with girls in hi-viz jackets
Girls in their golf carts
Welly tans and 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 my groove
I'll be your positive you'll be my negative
I'll be your tongue you'll be my groove
I'll drive the get away
And you bring the glue i'll be your velcro

Now we're clacking at computers
In the sickly light they throw
All jonesing for wi-fi
So we can steal more tv shows
Watching a 6 year old on YouTube
Playing drums to Billie Jean
Now this is the stuff that binds us
This and all those dairy creams

We're heading home, airport screening
Man has his rubber gloves on
He says there's explosive residue on
The strings of my guitar?
Well that will 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?