More songs by Alessia Cara
Description
Producer, Drumprogrammer: Mike Elizondo
Producer: Chrome Sparks
Recording Engineer: Justin Francis
Recording Second Engineer: Erica Block
Recording Second Engineer: Alex Wilder
Background Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Alessia Cara
Mixing Engineer: Tom Elmhirst
Mastering Engineer: Chris Gehringer
A& R: Caitlin Harriford
A& R: Tunji Balogun
Aand Rcoordinator: Justin Scott
Aand Rcoordinator: Evan Peters
Aand Radministrator: Shay Young
Composer: Jeremy Malvin
Lyrics and translation
Original
Found enough ways I can turn, they're all dead ends.
Not enough sage I can burn to clear my head.
I'm a dying flower in a dark room.
Just a quarter of the way through.
I wanna take the wheel of a car that I just stole. Let the rain funnel in from the window. Ride on seven things that
I fight off.
Watch 'em crash like glass on the sidewalk and drive.
And drive.
Where do I go? Have I grown the face I wear?
I'm getting over relying on tomorrow to get somewhere.
I'm a wooden soldier on a table.
Just a quarter of the way home. I wanna take the wheel of a car that I just stole.
Let the rain funnel in from the window. Ride on seven things that I fight off.
Watch 'em crash like glass on the sidewalk and drive.
And drive.
Drive.
And drive.
A thousand tiny fires igniting.
On the feeling, I see them.
I'll cradle my desires like a child.
I hear it, mm, they're screaming. To take the wheel of a car that I just stole.
Let the rain funnel in from the window. Ride on seven things that I fight off.
Watch 'em crash like glass on the sidewalk and drive.
Drive. Drive.
Ooh, drive.
And drive
English translation
Found enough ways I can turn, they're all dead ends.
Not enough sage I can burn to clear my head.
I'm a dying flower in a dark room.
Just a quarter of the way through.
I wanna take the wheel of a car that I just stole. Let the rain funnel in from the window. Ride on seven things that
I fight off.
Watch 'em crash like glass on the sidewalk and drive.
And drive.
Where do I go? Have I grown the face I wear?
I'm getting over relying on tomorrow to get somewhere.
I'm a wooden soldier on a table.
Just a quarter of the way home. I wanna take the wheel of a car that I just stole.
Let the rain funnel in from the window. Ride on seven things that I fight off.
Watch 'em crash like glass on the sidewalk and drive.
And drive.
Drive.
And drive.
A thousand tiny fires igniting.
On the feeling, I see them.
I'll cradle my desires like a child.
I hear it, mm, they're screaming. To take the wheel of a car that I just stole.
Let the rain funnel in from the window. Ride on seven things that I fight off.
Watch 'em crash like glass on the sidewalk and drive.
Drive. Drive.
Ooh, drive.
And drive