More songs by Blood Orange
Description
This track sounds like an inner monologue in a room with curtained windows: the guitar is silent, words stick in the throat, and anger turns into its own shadow. It contains both longing for “perfect nights” that deceive again and again, and bitterness that hope always comes too late. The music seems to hold your hand in this strange space between rage and emptiness - where every “what could have been” turns into a cry that dissolves into May.
Associated artist: Blood Orange
Mixing engineer, lyricist, composer, sound engineer, producer: Devonte' Hines
Mastering engineer: Heba Kadri
Sound engineer: Alec Fellman
Mixing engineer: Mikael Blåspruce
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's a fallen fallacy
Waiting at your window
In the corner, reaching out
Nothing makes it better
Still you try and book a room
Hoping something comes to you
And still you're dry
It's like you've never touched
A six-string guitar
And the more you write
You never get far
He has seen the vivid light
Thievish in his disdain
As a life of honour falls
I find myself in rage
I don't want to be alone
Naked on the sixth floor
Then the music starts
It's like you've never seen
Your anger at large
And the more you hide
The smaller you are
Perfect nights, that still deceive me every week
I couldn't eat
I wasn't falling for the hope
Something that you said you're used to
But now it's sad in May
A harder truth to take in
And I swore I thought you'd make it through the night
So I could see you at noon
I couldn't wait to bring you home to him
How could I think it's alright?
It's like you've never seen
Your anger at large
And the more you hide
The smaller you are
Perfect nights, that still deceive me every week
I couldn't eat
I wasn't falling for the hope
Something that you said you're used to
But now it's sad in May
A harder truth to take in
And I swore I thought you'd make it through the night
So I could see you at noon
I couldn't wait to bring you home to him
How could I think it's alright?