More songs by Greg Freeman
Description
Producer, Associated Performer: Greg Freeman
Recording Engineer, Producer, Studio Musician: Benny Yurco
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Adrian Olsen
Mastering Engineer: Josh Bonati
Studio Musician: Zack James
Studio Musician: Sam Atallah
Studio Musician: Ben Rodgers
Studio Musician: Pat Coyle
Studio Musician: Seth Kauffman
Composer, Lyricist: Greg Freeman
Lyrics and translation
Original
The sun set in vain 'cause it found us today feeling the same, cold and closed to love.
And one foot in the past, and one right in tomorrow's grasp.
And baby, we're just pissing on our gloves.
And you don't know just how hard it is to watch.
Go to sleep and your pain punches a clock.
And maybe we're both blue, or even worse, just two people who have too many yesterdays.
And the silence talks back at you.
The window's open just laughing at you, and the words bleed out on the page.
And once you're gone, there is no way out.
Like the cork stabbed into your wine bottle's mouth.
When I go away, you won't hear a sound over all of the bridges burned in your hometown. Well, it's breaking me down.
It's breaking me down.
You play a game where you can't win.
The key is bent, your lock won't open.
And if this ain't proof, man, is it discreet?
Why is heartache outside doing push-ups in the street?
And after one last frown, after one last round, you look into the sky forever.
All you get is a galactic shrug.
And if this ain't proof, man, is it discreet?
Why is heartache outside doing push-ups in the street?
And after one last round, after one last round, we both can be just friends, you want.
But I will love you 'til the cows come home.
English translation
The sun set in vain 'cause it found us today feeling the same, cold and closed to love.
And one foot in the past, and one right in tomorrow's grasp.
And baby, we're just pissing on our gloves.
And you don't know just how hard it is to watch.
Go to sleep and your pain punches a clock.
And maybe we're both blue, or even worse, just two people who have too many yesterdays.
And the silence talks back at you.
The window's open just laughing at you, and the words bleed out on the page.
And once you're gone, there is no way out.
Like the cork stabbed into your wine bottle's mouth.
When I go away, you won't hear a sound over all of the bridges burned in your hometown. Well, it's breaking me down.
It's breaking me down.
You play a game where you can't win.
The key is bent, your lock won't open.
And if this ain't proof, man, is it discreet?
Why is heartache outside doing push-ups in the street?
And after one last frown, after one last round, you look into the sky forever.
All you get is a galactic shrug.
And if this ain't proof, man, is it discreet?
Why is heartache outside doing push-ups in the street?
And after one last round, after one last round, we both can be just friends, you want.
But I will love you 'til the cows come home.