The 1975 Loving Someone Lyrics
Loving Someone by The 1975
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be...
My heart is telling me the telly isn't telling me anything
I need but it needs to keep you selling me
Besides celebrities lacking in integrity
Holding up the status quo instead of showing your kids
That they matter, who're you gonna batter next?
Just keep hold of their necks and keep selling them sex
It's better if we keep them perplexed
It's better if we make them want the opposite sex
Disenfranchised young criminal minds
And you camp out beside where your man resides
You're not slow, it's just never been shown
That you should...
...be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Oh, oh...
We're all human, we're just like you man
We're sentient or something or other
I can't remember, whatever
We shouldn't have people afloat
If it was safer underground, we wouldn't be on a boat
Charlatan telepathy, exploiting insecurity, and preying on the purity
Of grief and it's simplicity but I know that maybe I'm too skeptical
Even Guy Debord needed spectacles, you see
I'm the Greek economy of cashing intellectual cheques
And I'm trying to progress, but instead of selling sex...
And I think I should be...
...loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be...
I am forever alongside the boys in jumpers on bikes
With schools and cars with autumn leaves
Fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon
She blazed about how 'cultural language
Which is not going to exist on a simple interface
When they feel and miss when [?] tested
Individuals who understand the human condition
Then they understand the duality of our own reality
Living life and treating it as such
There's a certain disconnect
With the culture that controls the artist with comfort and abandon
Between the spires and the morning boozer that likes
Sitting in that orange English light
At certain points, English shadow
peering off the side of age
...loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Oh, oh...
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be...
My heart is telling me the telly isn't telling me anything
I need but it needs to keep you selling me
Besides celebrities lacking in integrity
Holding up the status quo instead of showing your kids
That they matter, who're you gonna batter next?
Just keep hold of their necks and keep selling them sex
It's better if we keep them perplexed
It's better if we make them want the opposite sex
Disenfranchised young criminal minds
And you camp out beside where your man resides
You're not slow, it's just never been shown
That you should...
...be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Oh, oh...
We're all human, we're just like you man
We're sentient or something or other
I can't remember, whatever
We shouldn't have people afloat
If it was safer underground, we wouldn't be on a boat
Charlatan telepathy, exploiting insecurity, and preying on the purity
Of grief and it's simplicity but I know that maybe I'm too skeptical
Even Guy Debord needed spectacles, you see
I'm the Greek economy of cashing intellectual cheques
And I'm trying to progress, but instead of selling sex...
And I think I should be...
...loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be...
I am forever alongside the boys in jumpers on bikes
With schools and cars with autumn leaves
Fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon
She blazed about how 'cultural language
Which is not going to exist on a simple interface
When they feel and miss when [?] tested
Individuals who understand the human condition
Then they understand the duality of our own reality
Living life and treating it as such
There's a certain disconnect
With the culture that controls the artist with comfort and abandon
Between the spires and the morning boozer that likes
Sitting in that orange English light
At certain points, English shadow
peering off the side of age
...loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Oh, oh...