Miscommunication Songtext

von Delta Goodrem

Oohhh you rubbed me up the wrong way.
Oohhh it was something that you didn't say.
Gotta get it back, gotta get it back, gotta get it back or we might just regret it.

We seem to have a knack for miscommunication.
It stabbed us in the back this time.
Is this the end of the line 'cause that'd be a crime.
Now I sit under an angry cloud.
What got hold of me?
There's a voice that sounds too loud.
It bangs on endlessly.
Wanna live in another world with no frustrations and miscommunication.

Oohhh why'd we have to try hard?
Oohhh you got under my radar.
Wanna be deteached, wanna be deteached, wanna be deteached.
So I can just forget it.

We seem to have a knack for miscommunication.
It stabbed us in the back this time.
Is this the end of the line 'cause that'd be a crime.
Now I sit under an angry cloud.
What got hold of me?
There's a voice that sounds too loud.
It bangs on endlessly.
Wanna live in another world with no frustrations and miscommunication.

(When we are) trans-atlantic (he knows it) drives me frantic (so I ask myself) what's the future (why get a) new computer?

Oohhh it was something that you didn't say...