Carried Out Over Section D

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Verse

Somebody's palm is flat against my spine.
Then a hundred more, and I'm off the ground.
My left shoe goes. I hear it hit a shoulder.
I'm up here. Nobody's looking down.

I count four cups, half full, still standing.
A phone on a lanyard, filming the wrong way.
A steward's torch, pointed at nothing.
An inflatable boat going the other way.

Pre-Chorus

came here for the band.
who knows where they're playing.

Chorus

Carried out over Section D.

instrumental jazz funk soul

Verse

From up here I can read the ground.
A kid on his dad's neck, both of them hoarse.
Two girls playing hair with their elbows up.
Up, ooo, barriers fly over, flat on its face.

I'm six foot over every stranger's heat.
shoulder's wet and I don't mind.
My wristband's paper and it's still whole.
Nobody asked. Nobody cut the line.

Pre-Chorus

turn my head for the hot lights.
There's no main stage to be found.

Chorus

Carried out over Section D.
(Over Section D)
Carried out over Section D.
(Hands under me)

Bridge

The screens are turned the wrong way round.
Twelve metres wide and all of it is us.
Every single face up there is the show.
I was the only one who didn't know.

A woman in a silver coat looks straight at me.
Not at the band. Staring into me.
Raises both her hands.
Oh my. Keep them there.

Chorus

Carried out over Section D.
(Hands under me)
Carried out over Section D.
(Don't put me down)
Carried out over Section D.

Outro

Nobody's looking at the stage.
Nobody's looking at the stage.
Nobody's looking at the stage.
Nobody's looking.
Nobody's.
Nobody's.
Nobody's.
oooo Nobody's.
Oh my my my.