More songs by The Neighbourhood
Description
Composer, Lyricist: Jesse James Rutherford
Composer, Mixing Engineer, Producer: Lars Stalfors
Recording Engineer: Dave Cerminara
Composer: Zachary Abels
Composer: Jeremiah Freedman
Recording Engineer: Miro Mackie
Composer: Brandon Fried
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Composer: Michael Margott
Associated Performer: VIC MENSA
Lyrics and translation
Original
No matter where you go, you'll never have control
No one makes it out alive, no one makes it out alive
In paradise
Picture you in summertime
Drinking white wine, an empty girl
Told me that you'll see me
And I see ya and I really wanna believe ya, I do
Singing blues, no shoes on
Strumming in the sun and you've got your feet up
I remember when you used to tell me that you'd find your freedom
It was hard to believe ya
'Cause you never feel enough, it never fills you up
And if lying on an island is the closest that you'll come
Then run, go ahead, have fun, run
No matter where you go
(Doesn't matter where you go)
You'll never have control (no, no, no, no)
Woke up feeling paralyzed (yeah)
No one makes it out alive (yeah)
In paradise (yeah)
Picture me in the major leagues
Living in a dream that I created, mhm
I wrote my own books so I never had to read your pages
I've got no patience for that anyway
Sensations don't mean anything
If I can just have everything
Some days I think I'll run away
What would I even do if I made it?
I just keep on fading 'cause
I never feel enough, it never fills me up
I'm climbing up a giant rock, I'll never reach the top
But I can't stop, I can't stop, so
No matter where I go
(Doesn't matter where I go, no, no)
I'll never have control
(Never ever have it under)
Woke up feeling paralyzed (yeah)
No one makes it out alive (yeah)
In paradise (yeah)
Paralyzed (yeah)
No one makes it out alive (yeah)
In paradise (yeah)
With your band of brothers
Band-band of brothers
And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it
With your band of brothers
Band-band-band
With, with your band, band of brothers
And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it
English translation
No matter where you go, you'll never have control
No one makes it out alive, no one makes it out alive
In paradise
Picture you in summertime
Drinking white wine, an empty girl
Told me that you'll see me
And I see ya and I really wanna believe ya, I do
Singing blues, no shoes on
Strumming in the sun and you've got your feet up
I remember when you used to tell me that you'd find your freedom
It was hard to believe ya
'Cause you never feel enough, it never fills you up
And if lying on an island is the closest that you'll come
Then run, go ahead, have fun, run
No matter where you go
(Doesn't matter where you go)
You'll never have control (no, no, no, no)
Woke up feeling paralyzed (yeah)
No one makes it out alive (yeah)
In paradise (yeah)
Picture me in the major leagues
Living in a dream that I created, mhm
I wrote my own books so I never had to read your pages
I've got no patience for that anyway
Sensations don't mean anything
If I can just have everything
Some days I think I'll run away
What would I even do if I made it?
I just keep on fading 'cause
I never feel enough, it never fills me up
I'm climbing up a giant rock, I'll never reach the top
But I can't stop, I can't stop, so
No matter where I go
(Doesn't matter where I go, no, no)
I'll never have control
(Never ever have it under)
Woke up feeling paralyzed (yeah)
No one makes it out alive (yeah)
In paradise (yeah)
Paralyzed (yeah)
No one makes it out alive (yeah)
In paradise (yeah)
With your band of brothers
Band-band of brothers
And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it
With your band of brothers
Band-band-band
With, with your band, band of brothers
And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it