More songs by mary in the junkyard
Description
Producer: Oli Bayston
Producer: Mura Masa
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Clari Freeman-Taylor
Composer: Saya Barbaglia
Composer: David Addison
Lyrics and translation
Original
I've been looking all over for you, in all of the drains of the city.
I've been looking for words to describe you, I don't even know what you are to me.
You're a bright light, a white noise, a long corridor.
A red moth in my room, flying in my head.
A white woman at the bar, calling me boy.
A gentle rain. . .
But I only came here to feel my body.
I am a ghost, where are my bones?
How can you blame me for not being sorry?
My birthday card got lost in the post and it's a bright light, a white noise, a long corridor.
A red moth in my room, flying in my head.
A white woman at the bar, calling me boy.
A gentle rain. . .
But if you bury yourself, I will dig you out again.
That's what lovers do.
If you hurt yourself, I will take you under my wing.
All over and I'll love you.
If you bury yourself, I will dig you out again.
That's what lovers do.
If you hurt yourself, I will take you under my wing. All over and I'll love you.
All over.
I'm trying to stay off red but it's exhausting, when nothing I do is fulfilling. I feel like this every week, but
I'll get over it. I'll get over it.
I'm trying to stay off red, but I've been slipping down the drain. And I'm talking to you now, but I don't feel the same.
I feel like this every day, but I'll get over it.
I. . .
English translation
I've been looking all over for you, in all of the drains of the city.
I've been looking for words to describe you, I don't even know what you are to me.
You're a bright light, a white noise, a long corridor.
A red moth in my room, flying in my head.
A white woman at the bar, calling me boy.
A gentle rain. . .
But I only came here to feel my body.
I am a ghost, where are my bones?
How can you blame me for not being sorry?
My birthday card got lost in the post and it's a bright light, a white noise, a long corridor.
A red moth in my room, flying in my head.
A white woman at the bar, calling me boy.
A gentle rain. . .
But if you bury yourself, I will dig you out again.
That's what lovers do.
If you hurt yourself, I will take you under my wing.
All over and I'll love you.
If you bury yourself, I will dig you out again.
That's what lovers do.
If you hurt yourself, I will take you under my wing. All over and I'll love you.
All over.
I'm trying to stay off red but it's exhausting, when nothing I do is fulfilling. I feel like this every week, but
I'll get over it. I'll get over it.
I'm trying to stay off red, but I've been slipping down the drain. And I'm talking to you now, but I don't feel the same.
I feel like this every day, but I'll get over it.
I. . .