What do they know about violence
Shut inside four marriages
Where whoever loves pays and whoever doesn't love rethinks it
What do they know about the Sphinx
Seen at eight years old with you
You laughed, you laughed but they told me
That sometimes laughing is like faking it
You'd play your Arabic songs in the car and
You sang off-key and then told me old fables
You ran in the desert with your Invicta backpack but
Running's useless if beyond money you've got no breath or happiness left
There's something I don't get
Like diving into the Red Sea
I forgot it way too soon
But I still remember when you told me 'I'm staying'
Lost in a messed-up life
If you think about it I made it worse
You kept repeating the same phone call
Damn this burnt-out youth of yours
What do they know about departures
If goodbyes were in fashion
Maybe you'd be number one in trends
I played Nintendo and Pokémon in the car and
You complained when I didn't wanna talk anymore
You opened the window to flick the ash out
Smiling won't hide the sh*t I already know
There's something I don't get
Like diving into the Red Sea
I forgot it way too soon
But I still remember when you told me 'I'm staying'
Lost in a messed-up life
If you think about it I made it worse
You kept repeating the same phone call
Damn this burnt-out youth of yours