More songs by Sorry
Description
Programmer, Producer: Asha Lorenz
Co Producer: Katie O'Neill
Programmer, Engineer, Producer: Louis O'Bryen
Programmer: Marco Pini
Mastering Engineer: Matt Colton
Engineer: Sophie Ellis
Mixer: Nathan Boddy
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Lilian Nuthall
Composer, Lyricist: Asha Lorenz
Composer: Campbell Baum
Composer: Lincoln Barrett
Composer: Louis O'Bryen
Composer: Marco Pini
Lyrics and translation
Original
The saddest thing I ever did hear, lives in the heart of a dead man's ears. He was my bestest friend.
The saddest thing I ever did hear, dies in the car on my way to school.
Monday mornings when I had the blues.
Mother says the birds are coming out for you, they all appear for you, wanna be close to you.
The saddest thing I ever did hear, sings like a chorus in my teenage years.
Flickers like a dance that disappeared, lulling me to sleep in the earliest nights of my years. Used to be the
Carpenters, now it doesn't even hurt.
Nothing compares to you, but my finger's on the trigger.
I should be happier, I'm thinking of the river. . .
Hurts in the way you are, gets lost in the crowd.
It's a drop in the rain, the ocean, a conversation in another round.
You speak, but you're barely met with the place that you've been dreaming of.
Used to be the Carpenters, now it doesn't even hurt.
Nothing compares to you, 'til somebody compared to you.
I used to be close to you, or somebody that I once knew.
There are worse things I could do than fall in love with you.
Ah, the drugs don't work, they just make me lost.
The music's wrong, I no longer hear the words.
So I got down on my knees and I stalked into a church.
Ah, my finger's on the trigger.
Thinking of the trigger.
I no longer hear the trigger. . .
English translation
The saddest thing I ever did hear, lives in the heart of a dead man's ears. He was my bestest friend.
The saddest thing I ever did hear, dies in the car on my way to school.
Monday mornings when I had the blues.
Mother says the birds are coming out for you, they all appear for you, wanna be close to you.
The saddest thing I ever did hear, sings like a chorus in my teenage years.
Flickers like a dance that disappeared, lulling me to sleep in the earliest nights of my years. Used to be the
Carpenters, now it doesn't even hurt.
Nothing compares to you, but my finger's on the trigger.
I should be happier, I'm thinking of the river. . .
Hurts in the way you are, gets lost in the crowd.
It's a drop in the rain, the ocean, a conversation in another round.
You speak, but you're barely met with the place that you've been dreaming of.
Used to be the Carpenters, now it doesn't even hurt.
Nothing compares to you, 'til somebody compared to you.
I used to be close to you, or somebody that I once knew.
There are worse things I could do than fall in love with you.
Ah, the drugs don't work, they just make me lost.
The music's wrong, I no longer hear the words.
So I got down on my knees and I stalked into a church.
Ah, my finger's on the trigger.
Thinking of the trigger.
I no longer hear the trigger. . .