More songs by L.A. Sagne
Description
Producer: Maurits Nijhuis
Composer, Lyricist: Tara Wilts
Composer: Martin Brummelkamp
Composer: Joost van Eck
Composer: Lazlo Rogier
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm just hanging out. I don't even know what I'm talking about.
It's bigger, bigger than me. Bigger than the news on your new TV.
There's things, you know, I can't understand. I just close my eyes and I hold your hand.
I'm confused as shit. Gotta push things forward. Gotta get some grip.
Well, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough. Who the fuck knows?
I feel the rain on my skin.
Gotta push things forward, get with it.
I don't wanna shout. I don't even know what I'm talking about.
Most of the time, it's bigger than me. Bigger than the news on your new TV.
There's things, you know, I can't comprehend. Men in power shaking bloody hands.
I'm confused as shit. Gotta push things forward. Gotta get some grip.
Well, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough. Who the fuck knows?
I feel the rain on my skin. Gotta push things forward, get with it.
Yeah, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough.
Who the fuck knows? I feel the rain on my skin.
Gotta push things forward, get with it. I'm in my house that I have.
Lying in my bed that I have. Looking at things I want.
The end of the world and biodegradable packaging.
Go be fucking nice to someone.
Well, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough. Who the fuck knows?
I feel the rain on my skin. Gotta push things forward, get with it.
Well, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough. Who the fuck knows?
I feel the rain on my skin. Get with it.
English translation
I'm just hanging out. I don't even know what I'm talking about.
It's bigger, bigger than me. Bigger than the news on your new TV.
There's things, you know, I can't understand. I just close my eyes and I hold your hand.
I'm confused as shit. Gotta push things forward. Gotta get some grip.
Well, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough. Who the fuck knows?
I feel the rain on my skin.
Gotta push things forward, get with it.
I don't wanna shout. I don't even know what I'm talking about.
Most of the time, it's bigger than me. Bigger than the news on your new TV.
There's things, you know, I can't comprehend. Men in power shaking bloody hands.
I'm confused as shit. Gotta push things forward. Gotta get some grip.
Well, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough. Who the fuck knows?
I feel the rain on my skin. Gotta push things forward, get with it.
Yeah, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough.
Who the fuck knows? I feel the rain on my skin.
Gotta push things forward, get with it. I'm in my house that I have.
Lying in my bed that I have. Looking at things I want.
The end of the world and biodegradable packaging.
Go be fucking nice to someone.
Well, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough. Who the fuck knows?
I feel the rain on my skin. Gotta push things forward, get with it.
Well, something breaks, something grows, and maybe that's enough. Who the fuck knows?
I feel the rain on my skin. Get with it.