Sunglasses (Edit) Black Country, New Road

[Intro]
Welcome to the best new six-part Danish crime drama
She buys everything that glows gold in the kitchen larder

[Verse 1]
Mother is juicing watermelons on the breakfast island
And with frail hands she grips the NutriBullet
And the bite of its blades reminds me of a future that I am in no way part of
And in a wall of photographs, in the downstairs second living room's TV area‚ I become her father
And complain of mediocre theatre in the daytime‚ and ice in single malt whiskey at night
Of rising skirt hems‚ lowering IQs, and things just aren't built like they used to be
The absolute pinnacle of British engineering

[Refrain]
And I am so ignorant now, with all that I have learnt
Oh‚ baby can you hear me
Oh, baby can you hear me
Just touch me
Just touch me
Touch me, oh touched

[Verse 2]
I am invincible in these sunglasses
I am the Fonz‚ I am the Jack of Hearts
I am looking at you and you cannot tell I am more than the sum of my parts
I am looking at you with my best eyes and I wish you could tell
I wish all my kids would stop dressing up like Richard Hell
I am locked away in a high-tech, wraparound, translucent, blue-tinted fortress, and you cannot touch me
I am invincible in these sunglasses
I'm modern Scott Walker
I'm a surprisingly smooth talker and I am invincible in these sunglasses