More songs by JADE
Description
Lyricist, Vocal, Composer: Jade Thirlwall
Associated Performer: JADE
Programmer, All Instruments, Keyboards, Lyricist, Composer: Peter Rycroft
Composer, Lyricist: Julia Michaels
Engineer, Producer: Lostboy
Mixing Engineer: Alex Ghenea
Mastering Engineer: Dale Becker
Assistant Engineer: Adam Burt
Assistant Engineer: Nate Mingo
Lyrics and translation
Original
My brains been misbehaving, anxiety's fucking crazy.
And my heart's been palpitating, keeping me up every night.
I need a distraction, maybe if I move my body. It will start a chain reaction, hope it helps me feel all right.
Oh,
I'm about to disappear.
Oh, where are stars but light in here?
Oh, I hate when I see outside. Can the rhythm come for my life?
You're a little bit pressed, and you're a little bit torn.
I swear there's stress here on the dance floor.
Need a beat just to keep me alive.
Need you close to feel I'm alive. You're a little bit pressed, and you're a little bit torn.
Why's it come to stress here on the dance floor?
Baby, this is what we dance for.
Seeing all these faces that all look like different places.
That are looking for some spaces that'll help them feel all right. Yeah, we don't gotta reason, baby, dancing's the only talk of crazy.
Tell me what are you escaping, baby?
Oh,
I'm about to disappear.
Oh, where are stars but light in here?
Oh, I hate when I see outside. Can the rhythm come for my life?
You're a little bit pressed, and you're a little bit torn.
I swear there's stress here on the dance floor.
Need a beat just to keep me alive.
Need you close to feel I'm alive.
You're a little bit pressed, and you're a little bit torn.
Why's it come to stress here on the dance floor?
Baby, this is what we dance for.
This is what, this is what, this is what we dance for. This is what, this is what, this is what we dance for.
In those eyes you look like you've never seen pain.
Can you help me feel the same?
Baby, this is what we dance for. Oh, I hate when I see outside.
Can the rhythm come for my life?
You're a little bit pressed, and you're a little bit torn. I swear there's stress here on the dance floor.
Need a beat just to keep me alive.
Need you close to feel I'm alive.
You're a little bit pressed, and you're a little bit torn.
Why's it come to stress here on the dance floor? Baby, this is what we dance for.