Somebody's Love - Passenger

You, do you remember me? Like I remember you Do you spend your life Going back in your mind to that time? 'Cause I, I walked the streets alone I hate being on my own And everyone can see that, I really fell And I'm going through hell Thinking 'bout you with somebody else Somebody wants you Somebody needs you Somebody dreams about you every single night Somebody can't breathe Without you it's lonely Somebody hopes that one day you will see That somebody's me That somebody's me, yeah How? How could we go wrong? It was so good, and now it's gone And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross And what we had isn't lost 'Cause you're always right here in my thoughts Somebody wants you Somebody needs you Somebody dreams about you every single night Somebody can't breathe Without you it's lonely Somebody hopes that someday you will see That somebody's me, oh, yeah You'll always be in my life Even if I'm not in your life 'Cause you're in my memory You When you remember me And before you set me free Oh, listen, please Somebody wants you Somebody needs you Somebody dreams about you every single night Somebody can't breathe Without you it's lonely Somebody hopes that someday you will see That somebody's me (Ah, ah, ah) That somebody's me (Ah, ah, ah) That somebody's me (Ah, ah, ah) That somebody's me, oh, yeah

She's more than just a pretty face In a late night bar More than just a pair of tight jeans Sitting in your car She's more than a last call kiss Or a one night stand Remember, boy, you weren't the first to hold her hand She's somebody's daughter She's somebody's everything She's somebody's little girl Even if she's grown up and moved away She's somebody's whole world She's somebody's baby And if you don't treat her right Hers won't be the only heart you're breaking She's somebody's daughter Her daddy bought her her first car Taught her how to drive Scared her senior prom date Under that porch light Her mama wiped away the tears From her first heartbreak And said, "Honey, he ain't good enough for you anyway" She's somebody's daughter She's somebody's everything She's somebody's little girl Even if she's grown up and moved away She's somebody's whole world She's somebody's baby And if you don't treat her right Hers won't be the only heart you're breaking She's somebody's daughter She's somebody's daughter She's a picture on a mantle up above a fireplace She's pigtails blowing out candles on her birthday cake She's a driving off to college, tear in her mama's eyes Yeah, she's a daddy's girl, better treat her right 'Cause she's somebody's daughter She's somebody's daughter Yeah She's somebody's whole world She's somebody's baby And if you don't treat her right Hers won't be the only heart you're breaking She's somebody's daughter She's somebody's daughter Yeah, she's somebody's daughter She's somebody's daughter

I love sleepin' in on Saturdays, and I love college football games I love not actin' my age, and good barbecue Yeah, I'm a fan of Faulkner Books, and anything my mama cooks Small mouth bass have got me hooked on Sunday afternoon Yes, I love good cold beer, and mustard on my fries I love a good loud honky tonk that rocks on Friday night And hell, yes, I love my truck But I want you to know, honey, I love your love the most Man, I love how Redman tastes and, damn, I love my Nascar race Any song sung by George Strait is country at its best Yes, I love good cold beer, and mustard on my fries I love a good loud honky tonk that rocks on Friday nights And hell, yes, I love my truck But I want you to know, honey, I love your love the most I love Yeah, I love scuffed up cowboy boots, and broken tore up jeans A four-wheel drive, eight point bucks, and rocky road ice cream And hell, yes, I love my dog, and Jack D in my coke But honey, I love your love, yeah, I love your love I love your love the most I love your love the most

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour