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Scattered
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Pop
Scattered was released on April 21, 2015 by Sin Anestesia distributed by Altafonte as a part of the album To Life!
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Release DateApril 21, 2015
LabelSin Anestesia distributed by Altafonte
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Electric Nana
Electric Nana
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Monica Vazquez
Monica Vazquez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fernando Montesinos
Fernando Montesinos
Producer

Lyrics

In the long walk that takes me back home,
back to the things that give shape to my sorrow.
Far from the job and the nonsense I've done,
I stand for a second pretending I'm not really here anymore.
I dream of the person that I could have been
if only I knew how to make the right choices.
I trip over love and the hope I once hold
of finding myself and the right man to call when I'm walking back home.
I'm scattered around like the snow when it's starting to fall.
Give me a new heart, give me a new hope, give back my life, give me back my soul.
I'm freezing inside of this hollow immensity of cold, sour, damned choices.
Strangled desire playing chess in my soul,
losing my dreams to the bills I keep scratching.
Feeding my faith to the worst part of me,
the hunger of buying a piece of this world to pretend I'm ok.
And I wander along the river shore,
giving my best to the night.
And I'll sing 'till I can't hear my wasted hear,
trying not to die in the cold.
I'm scattered around like the snow when it's starting to fall.
Give me a new heart, give me a new hope, give back my life, give me back my soul.
I'm freezing inside of this hollow immensity of cold, sour, damned choices.
In the long walk that takes me back home,
back to the things that give shape to my sorrow.
Far from the job and the nonsense I've done,
I stand for a second pretending I'm not really here anymore.
I'm scattered around like the snow when it's starting to fall.
Give me a new heart, give me a new hope, give back my life, give me back my soul.
I'm freezing inside of this hollow immensity of cold, sour, damned choices.
Strangled desire playing chess in my soul,
losing my dreams to the bills I keep scratching.
Feeding my faith to the worst part of me,
the hunger of buying a piece of this world to pretend I'm ok.
Written by: Monica Vazquez
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