Sunglasses - Black Country, New Road

Welcome to the best new six-part Danish crime drama

She steams herself in marble rooms, courtesy of Pig

I lose myself in the light of the TV, courtesy of her father

She buys everything that glows gold in the kitchen larder

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 and lowering IQs

And things just aren’t built like they used to be

The absolute pinnacle of British engineering

And I am so ignorant now, with all that I have learnt

I am so ignorant now, with all that I have learnt

Yes, I am so ignorant now, with all that I have learnt

I am so ignorant now, with all that I have learnt

I am so ignorant now, with all that I have learnt

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

Cars are going «beep, beep, beep»

And there are so many roadmen on this street

And they cannot tell that I am scared

I am invincible in these sunglasses

I am 'modern-Scott Walker'

I am a surprisingly smooth talker

And I am invincible in these sunglasses

And I am so ignorant now, with all that I have learnt

I am so ignorant now, with all that I have learnt

I’m more than adequate

Leave Kanye out of this

Leave your Sertraline in the cabinet

And burn what’s left of all the cards you kept

I’m more than adequate

Leave my Daddy’s job out of this

Leave your Sertraline in the cabinet

And burn what’s left of all the cards you kept

I’m more than adequate

Leave Kanye out of this

Leave your Sertraline in the cabinet

And burn what’s left of all the cards you kept

I’m more than adequate

Leave my Daddy’s job out of this

Leave your Sertraline in the cabinet

And burn what’s left of all the cards you kept

She sells chemtrails

To the students at Bedales

I try to free myself from the grip

Of Shellac nails

She sells chemtrails

To the students at Bedales

I try to free myself from the grip

Of Shellac nails