Oohh you rubbed me up the wrong way
Oohh 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

Oohh why'd we have to try hard

Oohh you got under my radar
Wanna be detached wanna be detached wanna be detached
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) Transatlantic
(he knows it) drives me frantic

(so I ask myself) what's the future
(why getta) new computer


Oohh it was something that you didn't say?