More songs by Blessing Offor
Description
Love here is like storming a fortress: with barricades, barbed wire, and blank shots - but all for the sake of breaking through to the most stubborn “I don't believe.” And next to it is another facet - a gentle reminder that a child lives in every heart: stubborn, naive, radiant. Together, it sounds like an admission that life always balances between the struggle for closeness and quiet gratitude that we belong to someone forever.
Lyrics and translation
Original
You.
You.
You put all your guards up.
Sharpshooters got me right in the scope. Say your heart is locked up.
No chance, no way, no kind of hope. But I can see it in your eyes.
You don't wanna be lonely no more, and you don't wanna say goodnight.
Baby, don't you keep closing the door. So I run through hell, swim through high water.
And my hands are red from climbing all your barricades, barbed wire, metal gates, shots fired.
So I run through hell, swim through high water to. . .
Don't that mean nothing to you?
Don't that mean nothing to you?
Don't that mean nothing to you?
If you wanna feel something, arms wrapped around you while we dance.
If you wanna feel one thing, you wanna give this one more chance.
I can see it in your eyes.
You don't wanna be lonely no more, and you don't wanna say goodnight. Baby, don't you keep closing the door.
So I run through hell, swim through high water.
And my hands are red from climbing all your barricades, barbed wire, metal gates, shots fired.
So I run through hell, swim through high water to. . .
Don't that mean nothing to you?
Don't that mean nothing to you?
Don't that mean nothing to you? You lost count how many come along.
You say you're down. Next thing you know, they run. But that's not what I'm about.
That's not what I'm about.
You lost count how many come along. You say you're down.
Next thing you know, they run. But that's not what I'm about.
That's not what I'm about. So I run through hell, swim through high water.
And my hands are red from climbing all your barricades, barbed wire, metal gates, shots fired.
So I run through hell, swim through high water to. . .
Don't that mean nothing to you?
Barricades, barbed wire, metal gates, shots fired.
So I run through hell, swim through high water to. . .
Don't that mean nothing to you?
Don't that mean nothing to you?
Don't that mean nothing to you?