More songs by Joy Crookes
Description
Here, love resembles poor mathematics: we divide, we subtract, but for some reason the result always comes back to the same thing. We painted our hearts black, patched up the cracks, pretended to be strong - but it stubbornly floats back up, like an indestructible balloon.
It sounds like a mixture of sticky gloss and nighttime failures in one's own thoughts. A little self-deception, a little posturing, but through it all, a simple truth shines through: feelings don't know how to disappear on schedule. Even if you push them behind the curtains and call them a mistake, they will still find their way back - quietly, stubbornly, on repeat.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Lot of lip-gloss on my cherubim
Making my end feel like Miami
When we can turn your water into mine (so much better)
That's the pain in me, that's the self-deceit
In another town, "Have you got a key?"
It's all temporary, heal my wounds up right
Fade your heart to black
You know it don't work like that
We divide and we subtract
Someone love comes crawling back
Fade your heart to black
You know it don't work like that
Tear it down and treat it back
Somehow, love comes crawling back
In the parachutes, landed on my bed
What a start-up, despite what Nina said
My wants and needs get blood between the seams
So, I play, I play, I play, look how I do my face
It's me, I'm on the money
That's why, that's why, that's why
Broken in them chains, reckless, lives in my design
Better when I pull the blinds
Fade your heart to black
You know it don't work like that
We divide and we subtract
Someone love comes crawling back
Fade your heart to black
You know it don't work like that
Tear it down and treat it back
Someone, love comes crawling back
Love comes crawling back
Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back, back, back, back