alive Songtext
von Naaz
alive Songtext
You want me to sit in silence
Think about my thoughts
There′s a lot that I would do for you
But that, my friend, is too much
I don't meditate, I scroll until I fall asleep
To bad news as my company
And wonder why I′m sad
And then you say
"That's why, that's why, baby
You drink too much on working days
That′s why you are in hell
It′s what your mom and dad's religion pays"
But I′m alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
Do you know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
To be alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
Do you know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
You say we are the same, but that can't possibly be true
I have never given my heart away, so how would you have a clue?
I′m so sorry for being cynical, but love can't be identical to me
So I flee, pretend to be free
Until you catch me
And then you say
"That′s why, that's why, baby
You drink too much on working days
That's why you are in hell
It′s what your mom and dad′s religion pays"
But I'm alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
Do you know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
To be alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
Do you know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Think about my thoughts
There′s a lot that I would do for you
But that, my friend, is too much
I don't meditate, I scroll until I fall asleep
To bad news as my company
And wonder why I′m sad
And then you say
"That's why, that's why, baby
You drink too much on working days
That′s why you are in hell
It′s what your mom and dad's religion pays"
But I′m alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
Do you know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
To be alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
Do you know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
You say we are the same, but that can't possibly be true
I have never given my heart away, so how would you have a clue?
I′m so sorry for being cynical, but love can't be identical to me
So I flee, pretend to be free
Until you catch me
And then you say
"That′s why, that's why, baby
You drink too much on working days
That's why you are in hell
It′s what your mom and dad′s religion pays"
But I'm alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
Do you know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
To be alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
Do you know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Do I know what that feels like?
Writer(s): Naaz S A Mohammad, Dylan B E Dael Van, Jesse Ray Ernster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

