More songs by Oasis
Description
The world is once again demanding to be perfectly neat, without scratches or doubts. And then, as soon as you turn away, he whispers, "Oh, come on, that's good enough." Between these extremes, someone is trying not to fall, clinging to the remnants of dreams while life slowly unscrews the bolts from their own bicycle. Everything was supposed to work out: freedom, fulfilled wishes, adulthood, but the wheels creak betrayingly, and it becomes awkward because you don't know why you were driving in the first place. And yet, there's a strange comfort in this: imperfection turns out to be the only honest state. Even if God woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
Lyrics and translation
Original
We, the people, fight for our existence
We don't claim to be perfect but we're free
We dream our dreams alone with no resistance
Fading like the stars we wish to be
You know I didn't mean
What I just said
But my God woke up on the wrong side of his bed
And it just don't matter now
'Cause little by little
We gave you everything you ever dreamed of
Little by little
The wheels of your life have slowly fallen off
Little by little
You have to give it all in all your life
And all the time, I just ask myself why you're really here
True perfection has to be imperfect
I know that that sounds foolish but it's true
The day has come and now you'll have to accept
The life inside your head we give to you
You know I didn't mean
What I just said
But my God woke up on the wrong side of his bed
And it just don't matter now
'Cause little by little
We gave you everything you ever dreamed of
Little by little
The wheels of your life have slowly fallen off
Little by little
You have to give it all in all your life
And all the time, I just ask myself why you're really here
Hey
Little by little
We gave you everything you ever dreamed of
Little by little
The wheels of your life have slowly fallen off
Little by little
You had to give it all in all your life
And all the time, I just ask myself why you're really here
Why am I really here?
Why am I really here?