More songs by Wolf Alice
Description
Somewhere between anger and liberation, something stubborn, prickly, and alive blossoms. That very force, which had long pretended to be fragile, now stood up to its full height, dusted itself off, and declared, “Enough.” There is fire and mockery in its voice, as if the rose has remembered that it has thorns. And yes, it smells not only of spring, but also of gasoline.
This is not a story about perfect softness - it's about how pain turns into fertilizer and doubt into light. Sometimes, in order to bloom, you first need to curse, burn the old scenery, and slam the door a couple of times. But then - look how beautifully it grows.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Do I have to make you see it on your hands?
Fucking baby.
Baby man.
Do you want me to show you through my head?
See it's white in my eyes, boy.
That's a flashing red.
Look at me tryna play it hard.
My despair masked by a force this raw.
Look at me tryna play it hard.
I'm so sick and tired of tryna play it hard.
But I bloom, baby bloom.
Watch me and you'll see just what I'm worth.
Yes, I bloom, baby bloom.
Every flower needs to labor with the dirt.
Woo!
Cool.
Oh, oh man.
I sorta think it's me who's been bad.
But I'm not bottled and I'm right back.
I just act all that.
One, two, three, c'mon.
I know the dark things come out in the night.
How many things in one go, can you put on the line?
Look at me tryna play it hard.
I'm so sick and tired of tryna play it hard.
But I bloom, baby bloom.
Watch me and you'll see just what I'm worth.
Yes, I bloom, baby bloom.
Every flower needs to labor with the dirt.
If you knew me, you'd know that I hide.
Feel like a wildflower in spite of it.
But I bloom, baby bloom.
Watch me and you'll see just what I'm worth.
Yes, I bloom, baby bloom.
Every flower needs to labor with the dirt.
Yes I bloom, baby bloom.
Watch me and you'll see just what I'm worth.
I just breathe, baby breathe.
Every flower needs to grow among the weeds.
Woo!