More songs by Damiano David
Description
Producer, Lyricist, Background Vocal, Composer, Vocal Producer, Engineer: Jason Evigan
Vocal, Associated Performer, Background Vocal: Damiano David
Lyricist, Strings, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Background Vocal, Composer, Programmer, Electronic Drums, Engineer, Producer: Evan Blair
Lyricist, Background Vocal, Composer, Engineer: Romans
Mixing Engineer: Mitch McCarthy
Mastering Engineer: Nathan Dantzler
Vocal Engineer: Sammy Witte
Vocal Producer: Mark Schick
Lyrics and translation
Original
Walk away before my heart starts to break
Hurry up and rip the Band-Aid, fuck me up, kill me now
One of us is gettin' sunlight, one of us is gettin' shade
Eyelids get heavier, I predict rain
The ground beneath me fractured, now I'm shattered from the aftershock
It's gettin' harder to stay
You're so closed off, only love me with my clothes off
Every reply is a roadblock
Is this the part where we both admit it's over?
Is this the part where it's over?
I've been writin' little notes to myself
Playing out scenarios, but none of them help
I heard our favorite song playin' on the radio
We sang it so well, but it sounded like hell
The ground beneath me fractured, now I'm shattered from the aftershock
It's gettin' harder to stay
You're so closed off, only love me with my clothes off
Every reply is a roadblock
Is this the part where we both admit it's over?
Can't we admit that it's over?
(Can we go back to the days before heartbreak became our escape?)
(We were kids in the playground)
(But now all our days are made up from mistakes)
(And our words are like madness)
So can't we admit that it's over?
Can't we admit that it's over?
English translation
Walk away before my heart starts to break
Hurry up and rip the Band-Aid, fuck me up, kill me now
One of us is gettin' sunlight, one of us is gettin' shade
Eyelids get heavier, I predict rain
The ground beneath me fractured, now I'm shattered from the aftershock
It's gettin' harder to stay
You're so closed off, only love me with my clothes off
Every reply is a roadblock
Is this the part where we both admit it's over?
Is this the part where it's over?
I've been writin' little notes to myself
Playing out scenarios, but none of them help
I heard our favorite song playin' on the radio
We sang it so well, but it sounded like hell
The ground beneath me fractured, now I'm shattered from the aftershock
It's gettin' harder to stay
You're so closed off, only love me with my clothes off
Every reply is a roadblock
Is this the part where we both admit it's over?
Can't we admit that it's over?
(Can we go back to the days before heartbreak became our escape?)
(We were kids in the playground)
(But now all our days are made up from mistakes)
(And our words are like madness)
So can't we admit that it's over?
Can't we admit that it's over?