More songs by Wesley Joseph
Description
Producer: Wesley Joseph
Producer: Harvey Grant
Main Artist: Wesley Joseph
Producer: Nicolás Jaar
Composer Lyricist: Harvey Grant
Composer Lyricist: Ntuthuko Nhlumayo
Composer Lyricist: Joseph Wesley Ripolles-Williams
Composer Lyricist: Nicholas Jaar
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah. Uh, yeah.
Worldwide.
On the wide eyes. In the sidelines.
And they say you can't always see the dream now.
When the lights come on and you don't even like who you see. And the walls are shouting. It was all for show.
She said, I'll never be there. And I care, but I'll never see day. I swear.
She calm then she call you a fool.
Three stairs cutting through the wind, now I'm looking at the shortest cut.
These days come a little more when I'm sitting on my lonesome.
Who's there when the feeling goes? In the vinyl we were sinners born.
She's there, but we'll never know, I was going through the motions.
It's for sure, that she ain't like me, oh no.
I'm not sure, if she like me, oh no.
Three stairs cutting through the wind, I feel like an only child.
Living in my mind, I'm a sensei.
Bonafide, ain't no wasting time on the intake.
On a flight, we was on the floor plotting airspace. Outside 'til you see the shine, uh.
I got loose feelings that I left on the tempo. I got loose feelings I reflect in the air now.
Miss them when the heart skip, living in crescendos.
Then she told me softly, that it's all pretend love. Finger floss, spin the soul step, on the ceiling when I'm near you.
Ain't no room for innocence left.
When we fall in love, never talk, that's against the glove from when I seen you. I miss the way your skin is undressed, uh. Then she said,
I'll never be there. And I care, but I'll never see day.
I swear, she calm then she call you a fool.
Three stairs cutting through the wind, now I'm looking at the shortest cut.
These days come a little more when I'm sitting on my lonesome.
Who's there when the feeling goes? In the vinyl we were sinners born.
She's there, but we'll never know, I was going through the motions.
It's for sure, that she ain't like me, oh no.
I'm not sure, if she like me, oh no.
Three stairs cutting through the wind, I feel like an only child.