song by Fortunes
Bomber lyrics

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
I'll put it on, wear it fit
But you're not with me, not with me
I'll put it on, fill the boot
Not sitting with me, not with me

Sew up from 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 arm's 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 unzipping me
Unpick me

(x2)
Pick me, pick me, pack me up
Up in your backpack, in your jacket, take me home
This chair is not a house nor home if you're
Not sitting with me, not with me

I feel the linning against my skin, wearing thin
Limbs could rip it, need a clip or safety pin
Hold together again, boy where you've 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

(x2)
Pick me, pick me, pack me up
Up in your backpack, in your jacket, take me home
This chair is not a house nor home if you're
Not sitting with me, not with me

Is this hell? Is this hell?
Bombshell or bomb shelters?
Do we remain? The bomber as the shelter
The held, the helpless
If this blows up then can we reconstruct it?
Is this our remains or extraction?
Bombshell or bomb shelters?
Do we remain? The bomber as the shelter
The held, the helpless
If this blows up then can we reconstruct it?