Lyrics: Charlie Wayne/Georgia Ellery/Isaac Wood/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde
Music: Sergio Maschetzko
Concorde, this organ
The new one I'm formin'
It's grown so persistent on you by the morning
I fell to my feet
And the doctor said, "We are unfortunately
Running out of options to treat"
What a funny way to speak
And you, like Concorde
I came, a gentle hill racer
I was breathless
Upon every mountain
Just to look for your light
Concorde, I miss you
Don't text me till winter
I can hardly afford
A second summer of splinters
This staircase
It leads only to some old pictures of you
Through an a-thousand-mile-long tube
Hey, what's a city boy to do?
And you, like Concorde
I came, a gentle hill racer
I was breathless
Upon every mountain
Just to look for your light
But for less than a moment
We'd share the same sky
And then Isaac will suffer
Concorde will fly
Concorde, we're old now
And you wield a lightsaber
And led by the dark to our place on the table
So don't tell me you're hungry
'Cause darlin', I'm starving myself
And I heard you're on Atkins as well
I was made to love you
Can't you tell?
And you, like Concorde
I came, a light blue sleeper
And I laid dead or twitching
For most of the night
But I know that you'll be there
The sandman inside
And I'll come to like a child
Concorde and I die free this time