Opus (Live from the Queen Elizabeth Hall)

What we built from Black Country ground

In your car out of this small town

You on back of my new push-bike

Wheelie-ing down Thunder Road tonight

I never felt so brave

On that unusually forgiving Sunday

What we built to keep ourselves warm

Burn your hand and charm the locals

All those mistakes laid out plainly

Anyone could see it was the clamp that was breaking me

And one more time

For the record

Everybody's coming up

I guess I'm a little bit late to the party

Everybody's coming up

I guess I'm a little bit late to the party

Everybody's coming up

I guess I, I should have had something else to say

And now everybody's coming up

What we built must fall to the rising flames

Oh, everybody's coming up

I guess I'm a little bit late to the party

Oh, oh, everybody's coming up

Oh I guess, in some way