More songs by The Indien
Description
The track sounds like early morning after a sleepless night – red eyes, cold fingers, but inside there is still a faint glimmer of hope. Here, people meet who seem to be close, but still remain in their own orbits: coffee, the park at five, subtle attempts to be honest while wearing their hearts on their sleeves. In each verse, there is a habit of hiding one's teeth behind a half-smile and putting off movement from one's place until ‘later’.
The music smells like the air on a street corner and a bar counter - a little bitter, a little sweet. The words are like an internal dialogue about how love for oneself and for another is not two different languages, but one, only it is scary to learn it. And in this fragility, in these trembling lines, there is a strange beauty: a step towards honesty, even if it is barely noticeable.
Lyrics and translation
Original
The time was right.
Met you over coffee. By the ninth try,
I said in the backseat.
Then she asked me why am I counting down the hours?
I got left here to sleep tonight.
Left you outside on the corner of my street. Meet you in the park at five.
I cannot let you choose for me. I'll never let you drive.
On my sleeve I draw my heart. What if it kills me?
Show my face at the bar.
Hiding my teeth and on my feet. I should start.
She told me if I, if I can't love someone else, how am I gonna love, how am I gonna love myself?
How am I gonna love myself?
Blue eyes like mine.
Do you see me as I tremble? As I softly lie.
Feeling so overrated.
Left you outside on the corner of my street. Meet you in the park at five.
I cannot let you choose for me. I'll never let you drive.
I'll never let you drive. On my sleeve I draw my heart.
What if it kills me?
Show my face at the bar.
Hiding my teeth and on my feet. I should start.
She told me if I, if I can't love someone else, how am I gonna love, how am I gonna love myself?
How am I gonna love, how am I gonna love, how am I gonna love myself?
How am I gonna love myself?
How am I gonna love, how am I gonna love?
On my sleeve I draw my heart.
What if it kills me?
Show my face at the bar.
Hiding my teeth and on my feet. I should start.
She told me if I, if I can't love someone else, how am I gonna love, how am I gonna love myself?
English translation
The time was right.
Met you over coffee. By the ninth try,
I said in the backseat.
Then she asked me why am I counting down the hours?
I got left here to sleep tonight.
Left you outside on the corner of my street. Meet you in the park at five.
I cannot let you choose for me. I'll never let you drive.
On my sleeve I draw my heart. What if it kills me?
Show my face at the bar.
Hiding my teeth and on my feet. I should start.
She told me if I, if I can't love someone else, how am I gonna love, how am I gonna love myself?
How am I gonna love myself?
Blue eyes like mine.
Do you see me as I tremble? As I softly lie.
Feeling so overrated.
Left you outside on the corner of my street. Meet you in the park at five.
I cannot let you choose for me. I'll never let you drive.
I'll never let you drive. On my sleeve I draw my heart.
What if it kills me?
Show my face at the bar.
Hiding my teeth and on my feet. I should start.
She told me if I, if I can't love someone else, how am I gonna love, how am I gonna love myself?
How am I gonna love, how am I gonna love, how am I gonna love myself?
How am I gonna love myself?
How am I gonna love, how am I gonna love?
On my sleeve I draw my heart.
What if it kills me?
Show my face at the bar.
Hiding my teeth and on my feet. I should start.
She told me if I, if I can't love someone else, how am I gonna love, how am I gonna love myself?