More songs by Wolf Alice
Description
Composer, Programmer, Piano, Vocal, Lyricist: Ellie Rowsell
Associated Performer, Arranger: Wolf Alice
Vocal, Drums, Composer, Lyricist: Joel Amey
Guitar: Joff Oddie
Lyricist, Bass, Composer: Theo Ellis
Arranger, Percussion, Guitar, Synthesizer, Recording Engineer, Producer: Greg Kurstin
Violin: Songa Lee
Violin: Charlie Bisharat
Viola: Zach Dellinger
Cello: Jacob Braun
Cello: Charles Tyler
Composer, Lyricist: Jonathan Oddie
Recording Engineer: Julian Burg
Recording Engineer: Matt Tuggle
Mixing Engineer: Mark 'Spike' Stent
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Kieran Beardmore
Mastering Engineer: Emily Lazar
Lyrics and translation
Original
How could I hate you?
Can't even like you less
So I just hate myself instead
Why would I want to wake up alone in my bed
When I could have you here between my legs?
I know you're no good
But you're my wicked pleasure
Feeding me charm
In miniature measures
Don't want a dish without salt
Bread without butter
If it's bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Don't want a dish without salt
Tea without sugar
If it's bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
How could I hate you?
Somehow, I like you more
You are just what I'm qualified for
And when the last of the sand hits the hourglass floor
Carve my name on the tombstone
The badman's whore
Don't want a dish without salt
Bread without butter
If it's bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Don't want a dish without salt
Tea without sugar
If it's bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Under the shadow of a mountain
I pay no mind to move
There is still some scattered light
It warms me up like it could reach me inside
And then I come into a clearing
And then I come into a clearing
And I come into a clearing
English translation
How could I hate you?
Can't even like you less
So I just hate myself instead
Why would I want to wake up alone in my bed
When I could have you here between my legs?
I know you're no good
But you're my wicked pleasure
Feeding me charm
In miniature measures
Don't want a dish without salt
Bread without butter
If it's bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Don't want a dish without salt
Tea without sugar
If it's bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
How could I hate you?
Somehow, I like you more
You are just what I'm qualified for
And when the last of the sand hits the hourglass floor
Carve my name on the tombstone
The badman's whore
Don't want a dish without salt
Bread without butter
If it's bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Don't want a dish without salt
Tea without sugar
If it's bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Under the shadow of a mountain
I pay no mind to move
There is still some scattered light
It warms me up like it could reach me inside
And then I come into a clearing
And then I come into a clearing
And I come into a clearing