Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lorde
Vocais principais
Frank Dukes
Programação
Malay
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Jack Antonoff
Composição
Ella Yelich O'Connor
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Lorde
Produção
Jack Antonoff
Produção
Frank Dukes
Produção (adicional)
Malay
Produção
Greg Eliason
Engenharia (assistente)
Brendan Morawski
Engenharia (assistente)
Serban Ghenea
Engenharia (mixagem)
Barry McCready
Engenharia (assistente)
Laura Sisk
Engenharia
Eric Eylands
Engenharia (assistente)
John Hanes
Engenharia (assistente)
Randy Merrill
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
[Intro]
Go back and tell it
[Verse 1]
Please, could you be tender?
And I will sit close to you
Let's give it a minute before we admit that we're through
Guess this is the winter
Our bodies are young and blue
I'm at Jungle City, it's late and this song is for you
[PreChorus]
'Cause I remember the rush, when forever was us
Before all of the winds of regret and mistrust
Now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost
Well, I guess I should go, yeah, I guess I should go
[Chorus]
Hard feelings
These are what they call hard feelings of love
When the sweet words and fevers
All leave us right here in the cold, oh, oh
Alone with the hard feelings of love
God, I wish I believed you
When you told me this was my home, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
I light all the candles
Cut flowers for all my rooms
I care for myself the way I used to care about you
These days, we kiss and we keep busy
The waves come after midnight
I call from underwater
Why even try to get right?
When you've outgrown a lover (Oh)
The whole world knows, but you (Oh)
It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon
[Chorus]
Hard feelings
These are what they call hard feelings of love
When the sweet words and fevers
All leave us right here in the cold, oh, oh
Alone with the hard feelings of love
God, I wish I believed you
When you told me this was my home, oh, oh
[Outro]
Three years, loved you every single day
Made me weak, it was real for me, yeah, real for me
Now I'll fake it every single day
Till I don't need fantasy, till I feel you leave
But I still remember everything
How we'd drift, buying groceries
How you'd dance for me
I'll start letting go of little things
Till I'm so far away from you, far away from you, yeah
[Intro]
What is this tape?
This is my favorite tape
[Verse 3]
Bet you wanna rip my heart out
Bet you wanna skip my calls now
Well, guess what? I'd like that
'Cause I'm gonna mess your life up
Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut
Look out, lovers
[Chorus]
We're L-O-V-E-L-E-S-S generation
L-O-V-E-L-E-S-S generation
Of fuckin' with our lovers' heads generation
[Verse 4]
Bet you wanna rip my heart out
Bet you wanna skip my calls now
Well, guess what? I'd like that
'Cause I'm gonna mess your life up
Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut
Look out, lovers
[Verse 5]
We're L-O-V-E-L-E-S-S generation
L-O-V-E-L-E-S-S generation (Look out, lovers)
Of fuckin' with our lovers' heads generation
L-O-V-E-L-E-S-S generation
L-O-V-E-L-E-S-S generation
L-O-V-E-L-E-S-S generation
Written by: Ella Yelich-O'connor, Jack Antonoff

