Ooh, you rubbed me up the wrong way
Ooh, 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
[Refrain:]
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
Ooh, why'd we have to try hard?
Ooh, 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
[Refrain:]
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 get a new computer?"
It was something that you didn't say