More songs by bar italia
Description
Associated Performer: Jezmi Tarik Fehmi
Associated Performer: Nina Cristante
Associated Performer: Samuel Fenton
Producer: bar italia
Engineer: Elliot Heinrich
Mastering Engineer: Heba Kadry
Studio Musician: Liam Toone
Mixing Engineer: Marta Salogni
Engineer: Theodore Grant
Engineer: Zachary Hernandez
Composer Lyricist: Jezmi Tarik Fehmi
Composer Lyricist: Nina Cristante
Composer Lyricist: Samuel Fenton
Lyrics and translation
Original
Missing out on her, missing out on her
Go tell her you'd like to
I've got a lot of friends, got a lot of friends
But not many like you
We're going out again, going until the end
See what we might do
You got a lot of friends, got a lot of friends
But how many like you? Yeah
Her hair was long and white
She sat down and stared outside
I saw her only for a few seconds
Wondered about her life problems
How many kids and how about her husband?
How was her mother? Did she have a father?
Did she keep a lover between the lines?
Did she have a passion they didn't know about?
Did she run or did she stay?
What's it gonna take for you to say?
Did she kiss or did she bite?
Is she gonna stay with you tonight?
A broken record make a sound
It's there lying on the ground
A broken record make a sound
It's there lying on the ground
She sat at breakfast two chairs behind
And her eyes were like the ones of a child
Her hair was long and so very white
Just like the snow setting outside
Did she keep on pushing 'til she got what she want?
Did she keep on pushing 'til she got what she didn't want?
Did she run or did she stay?
What's it gonna take for you to say?
Did she kiss or did she bite?
Is she gonna stay with you tonight?
A broken record make a sound
It's there lying on the ground
A broken record make a sound
It's there lying on the ground
Don't know where this is going, but I can't hear a sound
This space is getting closer, the clothes are on the ground
You'll always be the cancer, yeah, you'll always be a freak
I know that you don't know me, yeah, you told me last week
You're always looking at me, but that smile makes a sound
I know that I can't talk 'cause I'm never coming round
You'll always be the answer, yeah, you'll always be my freak
I know that you don't know me, yeah, you told me last week
Too many of you to know what I'm into
Too many days to know how to trace them
Too many of you to know what I'm into
Too many days to know how to trace them
Too many of you to know what I'm into
Too many days to know how to trace them
Too many of you to know what I'm into
Too many days to know how to trace them
English translation
Missing out on her, missing out on her
Go tell her you'd like to
I've got a lot of friends, got a lot of friends
But not many like you
We're going out again, going until the end
See what we might do
You got a lot of friends, got a lot of friends
But how many like you? Yeah
Her hair was long and white
She sat down and stared outside
I saw her only for a few seconds
Wondered about her life problems
How many kids and how about her husband?
How was her mother? Did she have a father?
Did she keep a lover between the lines?
Did she have a passion they didn't know about?
Did she run or did she stay?
What's it gonna take for you to say?
Did she kiss or did she bite?
Is she gonna stay with you tonight?
A broken record make a sound
It's there lying on the ground
A broken record make a sound
It's there lying on the ground
She sat at breakfast two chairs behind
And her eyes were like the ones of a child
Her hair was long and so very white
Just like the snow setting outside
Did she keep on pushing 'til she got what she want?
Did she keep on pushing 'til she got what she didn't want?
Did she run or did she stay?
What's it gonna take for you to say?
Did she kiss or did she bite?
Is she gonna stay with you tonight?
A broken record make a sound
It's there lying on the ground
A broken record make a sound
It's there lying on the ground
Don't know where this is going, but I can't hear a sound
This space is getting closer, the clothes are on the ground
You'll always be the cancer, yeah, you'll always be a freak
I know that you don't know me, yeah, you told me last week
You're always looking at me, but that smile makes a sound
I know that I can't talk 'cause I'm never coming round
You'll always be the answer, yeah, you'll always be my freak
I know that you don't know me, yeah, you told me last week
Too many of you to know what I'm into
Too many days to know how to trace them
Too many of you to know what I'm into
Too many days to know how to trace them
Too many of you to know what I'm into
Too many days to know how to trace them
Too many of you to know what I'm into
Too many days to know how to trace them