Bomber - Fortunes.

This chair where I’m sat, where I’m at

Where your bomber jacket’s hanging on the back

I put the arm around me

I put my heart on the sleeve

(I'd hold your hand were it filled)

But you’re not with me

Not with me

(I'll put it on fill the build)

Not sitting with me

Not with me

Sew up the bottom, neck and cuffs

Zip it up, check your pockets

You ain’t lost us, trust your gut

(In here it’s dark) I hold my knees

A coat of armour on me, like your arms around me

(I'm holding safe within this fort)

But you’re not with me

Not with me

(I'm never gonna leave if you’re)

Not unzipping me

Unpick me

Pick me, pick me up, pack me up

Up in your backpack

In your jacket, take me home

This chair is not house

Nor home if you’re not sitting with me

Not with me

Pick me, pick me up, pack me up

Up in your backpack

In your jacket, take me home

This chair is not house

Nor home if you’re not sitting with me

Not with me

I feel the lining against my skin wearing thin

Limbs could rip it, need a clip or safety pin

Hold together again, boy where you been?

Come back a minute, your jacket, I’m still in it

Forgot it, with me, you lost it

I’m losing stitches, wires crossing

Pilling polycotton, 50−50 natural plastic

Fabricated threads forgotten, cottoned onto you in patches

You want square, that quilted fabric laid out even on a mattress

Pick me, pick me up, pack me up

Up in your backpack

In your jacket, take me home

This chair is not house

Nor home if you’re not sitting with me

Not with me

Pick me, pick me up, pack me up

Up in your backpack

In your jacket, take me home

This chair is not house

Nor home if you’re not sitting with me

Not with me

Is this hell?

Is this help?

Bombshell or bomb shelter?

Am I hell?

Am I help?

Bombshell or bomb shelter?

Is this the remains or a structure?

Bombshell or bomb shelter?

Do we remain?

The bomber as the shelter

The held, the helpless

If this blows up then can we reconstruct it?

Is this the remains or a structure?

Bombshell or bomb shelter?

Do we remain?

The bomber as the shelter

The held, the helpless

If this blows up then can we reconstruct it?