Passiona Songtext
von The Smith Street Band

The people in the apartments across the street
Literally and metaphorically look down on me
Tangled in tenderness, why do I have to live like this?
I was tempted by your company
You′ve already noticed me
I'm sorry for what I say, when I don′t know what I'm saying
And you don't have to play this cat and mouse game I am playing
I′m just a pretty sad person in a quite surreal place
And I don′t look up from my phone 'cause I know I won′t see your face
And it's pathetic
It′s also not a competition

And I'm absolutely infinitely more scared of you than you are of me
And I′ve always been the one who cares too much

And I hope you're happy, I hope you've slept
I′ll try not write another record about the pain in my chest
I′m just so glad I could be someone that you wanted


And I don't recognise these stars, I′m unfamiliar with this skyline
I was born and bred in bars, now nothing man-made is in my eyeline
Turn and walk back to the house that they saved after the war
And I am questioned once again, get asked what I would do that for
And our host tells me I'm sick, tentatively hands me a spliff
And I know he′s forgotten my name
But I don't remember his

And I′m absolutely infinitely more scared of you than you are of me
And I've always been the one who cares too much

And oh god, if only it was that easy
To run from what I've achieved, I′ve let it define me
I′m having panic attacks on German TV
This is not work ethic, it's survival technique
And there′s nothing I can really do
So I sit in the band room, start fights to get attention from you
There is nothing I am qualified or smart enough to do
Sit in the band room and start fights to get attention from you

And now I'm going to the corn field, every cut′s a new relief
I might stop talking altogether if you stop talking to me
And if I'm really supposed to be here
Why don′t come to that conclusion?
I'm out of place amongst the band boys, I can't suspend disillusion
And music industry professionals, yeah, they can all go and fuck themselves
And it′s just me and Chris, but he′s stoned as shit and passing out
That was okay once, for some reason it's sad now

For some reason it′s sad now, for some reason it's sad