Hudební video
Hudební video
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sulene Van der Walt
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sulene Van der Walt
Songwriter
Mori Einsidler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sulene Van der Walt
Producer
Texty
Laying on your chest
Try to come to rest
I can feel your deep breathing
You start dreaming, oh
While I don't
If I was your type
You'd place your hand in mind
And maybe tell me you adore
These little songs I write
From the worries on my mind
But you don't
I wanna be loved
Just like anyone else
When we get close I know
That I will run like hell
But baby it's true
When I'm with you
I see to the other side
And I want to come through
You were in my room
The day I got the news
I'm stuck on the words, sick from the nerves
So you tell me a secret just to make me feel better, oh
But I don't
What the fuck is wrong with me
Oh, am I doomed to failed
When things get good I always bail
It hurts less if I ruin it
When I'm getting close, I begin to choke
You lit a light in me that I hope I don't blow up in smoke
Cause you help me inhale
I wanna be loved
Just like anyone else
When we get close I knowThat I will run like hell
But baby it's true
When I'm with you
I see to the other side
And I want to come through
I wanna be loved
Just like anyone else
When we get close I know
That I will run like hell
But baby it's true
When I'm with youI see to the other side
And I want to come through
Written by: Mori Einsidler, Sulene Van der Walt