Who we are

Up in the morning.
Up in the evening.
Picking down talks when the birds get back to me.
Oh, to me.

Up on the mountain.
Down in the king's lair.
Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon.
Oh, afternoon.

We were never welcome here.
We were never welcome here at all.
No.

It's who we are.
Doesn't matter if we've gone too far.
Doesn't matter if it's all okay.
Doesn't matter if it's not our day.

Save us.
What we are?
Don't look clear.
It's all uphill from here.
Ohh...

Up in the attic.
Down in the cellar.
Lost in a static.
Coming back for more.
Oh, for more.

Out with the reason.
In with the season.
Taking down names in my book of jealousy.
Jealousy.

We were never welcome here.
We were never welcome here at all.
No.

It's who we are.
Doesn't matter if we've gone too far.
Doesn't matter if it's all okay.
Doesn't matter if it's our day.
Because it's who we are.
Doesn't matter if we've gone too far.
Doesn't matter if it's all okay.
Doesn't matter if it's not our day.

Save us.
What we are?
Don't look clear.
It's all uphill from here.
Ohh...

They say we're crazy.
They say we're crazy.
They say we're crazy.
They say we're crazy.
They say we're crazy.
They say we're crazy.
THEY SAY WE'RE CRAZY.
THEY SAY WE'RE CRAZY.

It's who we are.
Doesn't matter if we've gone too far.
Doesn't matter if it's all okay.
Doesn't matter if it's not our day.
Because it's who we are.
Doesn't matter if we've gone too far.
Doesn't matter if it's all okay.
Doesn't matter if it's not our day.

Save us.
What we are?
Don't look clear.
It's all uphill from here.
Ohh...

(They say we're crazy
They say we're crazy)

Quienes somos

Por la mañana,
hasta la noche,
recogiendo conversaciones cuando las aves regresan a mí,
oh, a mí.

Arriba en la montaña,
abajo en la guarida del rey,
empujando estas cajas en el calor de la tarde,
oh, de la tarde

Nunca fuimos bienvenidos aquí
Nunca fuimos bienvenidos aquí, en absoluto
No.

Es lo que somos
No importa si fuimos demasiado lejos,
no importa si está todo bien,
no importa si no es nuestro día.

Sálvanos.
¿Qué es lo que somos?
No mires a la distancia,
todo es cuesta arriba desde aquí.
Ohh...

Arriba en el ático,
abajo en el sótano,
perdidos en una estática,
regresando por más,
oh, por más.

Fuera de razón,
dentro de la temporada,
apuntando nombres en mi libro de los celos,
celos.

Nunca fuimos bienvenidos aquí
Nunca fuimos bienvenidos aquí, en absoluto
No.

Es lo que somos,
No importa si fuimos demasiado lejos,
no importa si está todo bien,
no importa si no es nuestro día.
Porque es lo que somos,
No importa si fuimos demasiado lejos,
no importa si está todo bien,
no importa si no es nuestro día.

Sálvanos.
¿Qué es lo que somos?
No mires a la distancia,
todo es cuesta arriba desde aquí.
Ohh...

Dicen que estamos locos,
Dicen que estamos locos,
Dicen que estamos locos,
Dicen que estamos locos,
Dicen que estamos locos,
Dicen que estamos locos,
DICEN QUE ESTAMOS LOCOS,
DICEN QUE ESTAMOS LOCOS.

Es lo que somos,
No importa si fuimos demasiado lejos,
no importa si está todo bien,
no importa si no es nuestro día.
Porque es lo que somos,
No importa si fuimos demasiado lejos,
no importa si está todo bien,
no importa si no es nuestro día.

Sálvanos.
¿Qué es lo que somos?
No mires a la distancia,
todo es cuesta arriba desde aquí.
Ohh...

(Dicen que estamos locos,
dicen que estamos locos)