Lyrics: Gabriel Brault
Music: Gaël Bédard Auclair/Gabriel Brault/Tommy Létourneau
I know that i’ll make it somehow
Again you know that I’ll make it so
I’m getting kinda fired up tho
Feels like everybody here’s cutthroat
And sometimes I’d be
Better on my own
Better on my own
I’ll call in the morning somehow
Just let the sun set away to sleep
I’m askin’ please just leave me ‘lone now
Cause everybody here’s cutthroat
And sometimes I’d be
Better on my own
Better on my own
I’ve been resting in my loneliness
I’ve been busy workin’ in my head
The sound of silence is my happiness
Their lips keep moving but words don’t make sense
They don’t make sense
They don’t make sense
They don’t make sense
They don’t make sense
They don’t make sense
(They don’t make sense)
I know that i’ll make it somehow
Again you know that I’ll make it so
I’m getting kinda fired up tho
Feels like everybody here’s cutthroat
And sometimes I’d be
Better on my own
Better on my own