More songs by Tiny Habits
Description
Vocals: Cinya Khan
Vocals: Judah Mayowa
Vocals: Maya Rae
Drums, Percussion: Ray Belli
Piano: Larry Goldings
Bass: Paul Reinhold
Guitar: Eli Torgersen
Slide Guitar: Dylan Day
Lead Guitar: Mike Landau
Mixing Engineer: Jon Castelli
Mastering Engineer: Dale Becker
Producer: Benjamin Millman
Composer Lyricist: Cinya Khan
Composer Lyricist: Judah Mayowa
Composer Lyricist: Maya Rae
Lyrics and translation
Original
I just keep on waiting till I see it coming. Maybe I'm too close to see.
Looking down, got the taste of vodka still in my mouth.
What the hell?
Shouldn't let you dance out there by yourself.
Oh, this feeling, oh baby, you look crazy but so free.
Empty glass, something twirling. I'm too nervous, but you're staring at me.
What if everything I need is standing right in front of me, waving and pulling on my sleeve?
Baby, won't you come and dance with me?
It's a wrap, going home again, I want to collapse.
You can tell by myself it's where I'm comfortable at.
Oh, but tonight this lady, she looks crazy but so free.
She was dancing, twirling, music whirling. She invited me.
Now I'm on my feet.
What if everything I need is standing right in front of me, waving and pulling on my sleeve?
Baby, won't you come and dance with me?
Now I'm on my feet.
What if everything I want isn't enough to get my legs to run faster than every racing thought? Put on your shoes and give it everything you got.
Oh, I just keep on waiting till I see it coming.
Maybe I'm too close to see.
Turns out they were playing the song that I was humming, out my head and on my feet.
Nobody's saying, "You look crazy. " Nobody's looking at me.
Nobody's saying, "You look crazy.
" Nobody's looking at me.