Formica Hymn

[Verse 1]
The burn mark from his Viceroy is a black sun here,
On the yellow Formica, a map of all our years.
We learned to hold a fork right, we learned to roll our R's,
Tracing the cracks like motorways from the window's passing cars.
The metal trim still cold against a thumb in the July heat.

[Chorus]
And we won't let them take it, won't let them clear the floor.
This is our cornerstone, this is the house's core.
We carry all its rust now, every single coffee stain.
We won't let them wash it out with the new builds and the rain.

[Verse 2]
"Just leave it for the council," my cousin said last May.
The DLR screaming past took his quiet words away.
Remember spilling the Vinho Verde, that sticky, spreading tide?
The place your mother cried so hard she had nowhere left to hide.

[Chorus]
And we won't let them take it, won't let them clear the floor.
This is our cornerstone, this is the house's core.
We carry all its rust now, every single coffee stain.
We won't let them wash it out with the new builds and the rain.

[Bridge]
They see a chipped old surface.
We see the grain of us. A silent witness.

[Outro]
A black sun on the yellow.
A black sun, a hello.