Miscommunication - Delta Goodrem

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?