More songs by Yebba
Description
Associated Performer: Yebba
Producer, Composer, Lyricist: Abbey Smith
Co- Producer, Mixing Engineer: John Rooney
Lyrics and translation
Original
We flooded the bank!
And you know the rhyme.
How many more will it take to survive?
Behind my eyelids.
Temperature change, green in the sky.
Sailors warning and a black butterfly waiting on me for this all to survive.
I've tried this for so long. You're unfurnished, it felt like a home.
And it seems like we've been here before.
Like I know, come around it anymore. Think I'm jealous of our own home.
She burned the post.
I was worried you'd call.
We couldn't find anyone the whole way anymore by telephone.
And the cord, and it don't reach that far, 'cause your trophies are still on the floor.
And it feels like we've been here before.
You're unfurnished, it felt like a home. Think I'm jealous of our own home.
I still like it the way that it was.
So make up the bed in my phone.
You'll enjoy it the way that it was.
Oh, when you think it's over, look over your shoulder, the way that it was, the way that it was.
And I'll be waiting for you, don't come around, the way that it was.
We were just getting started, so long.
Looking over our shoulders, the way that it was, the way that it was, the way that it was.
I've been running, I'll keep on running, the way that it was.
When I come home, I remember the way that it was.