More songs by Mercy John
Description
Producer: Peter Slager
Engineer: Tom Zwaans
Lyrics and translation
Original
I remember how we used to sit on the couch.
Saturday night, our hair still wet from the shower.
Baywatch on the TV, popcorn and Pepsi.
We got all we wanted and life was easy.
Maybe it was a fantasy. We never felt like a family, but like a company.
Making money with tragedy.
It was not about you and me. Last in line, but a real showpiece.
Like stars, we had to shine all of the time.
The feeling we were left behind. Scary noises in the long dark night.
The echo.
The emptiness we feel sometimes. Memories we cannot deny.
Like an echo.
You tried to run from the house when you were sixteen.
I just stuck around making sure that I was busy.
Hate to mean now, does the past still pull you under?
Maybe it's better to hide it forever.
Life was not about you and me. Last in line, but a real showpiece.
Like stars, we had to shine all of the time.
The feeling we were left behind. Scary noises in the long dark night.
The echo.
The echo.
The emptiness we feel sometimes. Memories we cannot deny.
Like an echo.
Like an echo. Oh-oh, oh-oh.
The feeling we were left behind. Scary noises in the long dark night.
The echo.
The echo.
The emptiness we feel sometimes. Memories we cannot deny.
Like an echo.
Like an echo. Oh-oh, oh-oh. Oh-oh.
Ooh.