Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Barenaked Ladies
Podobné skladby
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ed Robertson
Acoustic Guitar
Nic Gotham
Baritone Saxophone
Jim Creeggan
Background Vocals
Tyler Stewart
Drums
Michael Phillip Wojewoda
Tambourine
Lewis Melville
Pedal Steel Guitar
Andy Creeggan
Piano
Gene Hardy
Tenor Saxophone
Tom Walsh
Trombone
Chris Howells
Trumpet
Steven Page
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Robertson
Composer
Steven Page
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Phillip Wojewoda
Producer
Jean Diamont
Assistant Engineer
Texty
The silence, the terror, the pain, the horror
As your mom comes downstairs
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
It took me a year to believe it was over
It took me two more to get over the loss, whoa-whoa
I took a beating when you wrote me those letters
And every time I remembered the taste of your lip gloss
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
But, Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
There were times when I wanted to hurt you
And there were times when I know that I did, whoa-whoa
There were times when I thought I would kill you
But can you blame me? I was only a kid
Now tell me why we never really respected each other?
And tell me why I never believed that you were a person, too?
I always thought that you fancied my brother
I may not have liked it
Oh, but memory is a strange thing
Oh, and
Enid, I remember you
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
But, Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
It took me a year to believe it was over
Oooo, and it took me two more to get over the loss, whoa-whoa
I took a beating when you wrote me those letters
And every time you told me to get lost
Now it's not fair to say that, it's 'cause I was three inches shorter then
And it's not fair to say that, it's 'cause I was only fifteen years old
But maybe it's fair to say there was a lack of communication
I took a phone message, oh, and speaking of communication
Oh, and, Enid
Enid, you caught a cold
I can get a job, I can pay the phone bills
I can cut the lawn, cut my hair, cut out my cholesterol
I can work overtime, I can work in a mine
I can do it all for you
But I don't want to
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
But, Enid, we really never knew each other anyway
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Writer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson
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