HE SAID ~ Lyrics

HE SAID

Lyrics by Leeza Sharma

he said to me I was his summer dream

& then he turned me winter cold

Asking me where our love was sold?

And I undressed the warmth of my summer that I once wore

I asked him what could possibly go wrong?

And he said everything

I asked him, have you turned off the fire alarms?

And he said not really

I asked him, has my intellect turned a jargon?

And he said quite a countercharm

I asked him what could possibly go right?

And he said nothing.

I pastiche my gibberish into a forte of flavors

I think I found love in endeavours

I freeze my art into sixes & sevens

I think I found love in saying something clever

You don't have to say something clever

You don't have to say something clever

You don't have to say something to stay relevant

You don't have to say something to stay relevant

You don't have to manipulate the fuel in the favors

You don't have to manipulate the fuel in the favors

You don't have to stay in or just sever

You don't have to stay in or just sever

Left & right, oh, I get the state, that must be right

But I was left when I asked for changing the plight

God help those, those who sleep well in time

Get-rich-quick love scheme has failed, due to whataboutery of denying

I must be mardy when I truce & snide

But don't you think, once I was at your side?

And here I stand, and I stand not tall

When I pellucid about the faults in our protocols

I asked him what could possibly go wrong?

And he said everything

I asked him, have you turned off the fire alarms?

And he said not really

I asked him, has my intellect turned a jargon?

And he said quite a countercharm

I asked him what could possibly go right?

And he said nothing.

I pastiche my gibberish into a forte of flavors

I think I found love in endeavours

I freeze my art into sixes & sevens

I think I found love in saying something clever

You don't have to fleece off your palaver

You don't have to fleece off your palaver

You don't have to man your manoeuvre

You don't have to man your manoeuvre

You don't have to die in Vancouver

You don't have to die in Vancouver

You don't have to use stairs when you have an elevator

You don't have to use stairs when you have an elevator

I asked him, are we done?

And he just cried

I asked him, was it fun?

And he probably lied

I asked him, do you want a rerun?

And he just smiled

He asked me, what did we learn?

And I said, how to fight.

— Leeza Sharma