More songs by Sampha
Description
It pulls me somewhere far away - to where the air smells of sun and dust, and thoughts finally stop arguing with each other. Sounds flow like someone is slowly stirring a summer evening with a spoon in a glass, and fragments of memories surface: old sneakers, unsent messages, laughter that now only echoes in your head. Everything seems tangled - there's no meaning, but there's a feeling of movement, almost healing. It's as if a heart, tired of philosophy, decided to just dance - unevenly, stumbling, but alive.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh my God, I love you but you're making -no sense. -No sense.
The clock is puzzled, still I try to amend.
-Amend.
-And pressure on your health, a heavy expense. Your spirit intends to prevent you from making a change.
Rub that golden sun into these deep cuts.
Me holding my cup and you your reefer.
Fire over there has yet to reach us.
Watching people float underneath the ship.
-I've been tryna climb out the sewer. -Heavy was my mind.
-Yes sir, it's become a struggle. -Because the roots are sewn so deep.
-I became a zombie. -Drifting in sleep.
Time lapse.
-Ooh.
-What I needed to keep me healing was groove.
-Was groove.
-And now her heart is beating, it's beating for two.
Ooh.
Your heart was beating now for two.
Ooh.
Cruise the land and feel it as it heats up.
-Heats up.
-Explore the greenest leaves and their features.
Looking out for questions tryna teach us, yeah.
Like why don't we relocate?
The motherland has some space.
What
I needed to keep me healing was groove.
-Was groove.
-And now her heart is beating, -it's beating for two.
-Oh my God, I love you but you're making no sense.
-No sense.
-The clock is puzzled, still I try to -amend. -Amend.
And pressure on your health, a heavy expense. Your spirit intends to. . .
Rub that golden sun into these deep cuts.
All while holding on to your reefer.
Tryna make it out of that sewer.
Yeah, we can relocate from here.
We can run, hide, find a place. In the hills of shame.
Lose ourselves to time and space. In the sun's golden rays.
Oh-oh.
I need your wings, I'm hanging in.
Alley-oop, I'm traveling.
Bullet train, sumimasen.
The cherry trees are blossoming. I needed space, I found some spring.
When everyone was calling in. Like all these questions like where you been?
I'm not in there, I'm losing things.
But I can't lose you like I lost myself when you would dance with me.
No, I can't lose you like I lost my Jordans on the 293.
And I can't move on like I moved from south and then resettled east.
Found your smile, but I can't find your touch inside my memory.
Memory.
Memory.
-Think I broke my. . . -Memory.
Help me fix my love.
Love has a place for you here.
Whether it's, whether it's rain or shine.
Rain or shine.
-Oh, for the. . .
-And I can't lose you like I lost myself when you would dance with me.
And I can't lose you like I lost my Jordans on the 293.
And I can't move on like I moved from south and then resettled east.
Found your smile, but I can't find your touch inside my memory, yeah.
I can't let you leave me. I can't let you go.
I can't let you leave me.
I can't let you go.
I can't let you leave me.
I can't let you go.
I can't let you leave me.
I can't let you go.