More songs by The Snuts
Description
Background Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Mixing Engineer, Sound Engineer, Producer: Scotty Anderson
Bass Guitar: Callum Wilson
Drums: Jordan Mackay
Guitar: Joseph McGillveray
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Producer: Jack Cochrane
Mastering Engineer: Robin Sutherland
Strings Conductor: Pete Harvey
Composer Lyricist: Jack Cochrane
Composer Lyricist: Scotty Anderson
Lyrics and translation
Original
I bet you'd like to up and run away 'cause you can't wait another day to be who you thought you'd always dream.
But dreams can't be real if you just put out the feelers. You can be who you want to.
Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na.
I bet you'd like to fly through, flip your slide through every demon out of me.
More than this has gotta be comin' down, comin' back like a heart attack. We got everything we'll ever need plenty in the space between.
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
Na-na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na.
Now I can't tell if it's the absence, but my heart has grown fonder.
Why did I ever leave here? The grass ain't always greener.
I'm flying by on this high like I've never been away.
On the edge of an oasis, I stare at all these faces.
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
So why don't we go to the motherlands?
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh? So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
English translation
I bet you'd like to up and run away 'cause you can't wait another day to be who you thought you'd always dream.
But dreams can't be real if you just put out the feelers. You can be who you want to.
Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na.
I bet you'd like to fly through, flip your slide through every demon out of me.
More than this has gotta be comin' down, comin' back like a heart attack. We got everything we'll ever need plenty in the space between.
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
Na-na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na.
Now I can't tell if it's the absence, but my heart has grown fonder.
Why did I ever leave here? The grass ain't always greener.
I'm flying by on this high like I've never been away.
On the edge of an oasis, I stare at all these faces.
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
So why don't we go to the motherlands?
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?
So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh? So why don't we go to the motherlands, oh?