Description
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Mixer: Lee Smith
Producer, Engineer: Scott Effman
Composer: Emily Dieffenbach
Composer: Scott Andrew Effman
Lyrics and translation
Original
The water isn't hot enough, I want it to hurt.
Hands are on the faucet, I want it to burn, burn, burn. Hey, could you hold me, honey?
I've been feeling low.
My pen is drawing shapes again, I think it's getting worse.
Been craving isolationists when I am an extrovert.
Scared if I talk about it, I'll fall a little too far down.
And I want someone to belt against, help defend my uncommon sense.
To free me from my hesitance, love me only in confidence.
Paint me red where I'm blue, maybe that could be you.
Hey, do you wanna be my garden?
I could skinny dip in your sky, you look like a pretty place for me to hide.
And I think I could outrun it, I mean I've trained enough to try.
Give me just the right look and I'll map out the miles.
'Cause
I want someone to belt against, help defend my uncommon sense.
To free me from my hesitance, love me only in confidence.
Paint me red where I'm blue, maybe that could be you. Maybe that could be you.
Do you wanna be my garden? Do you wanna be my garden?
I could love you underwater, underwater, underwater.