Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Indien
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rianne Walther
Songwriter:in
Francis White
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Francis White
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Killing time in Central Station
Recognize your face from that night in that cafe
Singing kinda like Frank Ocean
Places that I don't know
Maybe someday I won't be scared and clumsy
Hardly got to know you
I hardly got to know you
I see myself dumbly standing in your doorway
Hardly got to know you
Hardly got to know you
I saw what I saw through the alcohol
Now I know all I need to know
Numbers, adding up the numbers
She told me to avoid him, doesn't even know him
Wonders, don't return my phone calls
Can't you see it's simple?
Maybe someday I won't be scared and clumsy
Hardly got to know you
I hardly got to know you
Sure I saw you laugh, I may not even ask it
Hardly got to know you
Hardly got to know you
But I wonder, would you touch me on the shoulder?
Or wake me as the sun comes burning through thе windows?
These are things I need to know
Colours that ... makеs me nervous
Serves a hidden purpose, almost believed it
Runners, jealous of their freedom
Bodies made for leaving
Heart in pieces, thought that you were Jesus
I hardly got to know you
Hardly got to know you
Bury me in laughter, wish that was the answer
Hardly got to know you
Hardly got to know you
Just a little cold, miss the alcohol
Now I know all I need to know
Writer(s): Francis Anthony White, Rianne Walther
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