Alessia Cara - 7 Days lyrics
Alessia Cara [Alessia Caracciolo] Mississauga, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[Alessia Cara - 7 Days lyrics]
If there's a God
Do you think he's looking down
Curled up on his couch right now?
As we fail to figure it out
Does he turn down the sound?
Is he proud? Are we proud?
Guess we forgot how to live
A life with no filter
Making boring people famous
Let's pretend they're fascinating
Let's tell little girls that
Pretty girls are better
Or that pigment or religion really matters
We're in some trouble
Mr Maker, don't turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we've created
Could make for some good TV
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there
Way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and
Paste that we've made would you say, please
Say it was worth the seven days
Does he hang his head at all
The greed that we possess?
As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess
Maybe, it's a test
Maybe he's upset by the loose ends
Stressed like the rest of us
It happens to the best of us
God, or is it Mr G to me?
I hope that through the static
You’ll show us the clarity
'Cause, it's hard to find the
Silver lining in the bittersweet
Wonder if you're praying for us
'fore you go to sleep do you sleep in peace?
'Cause, we're in some trouble mr Maker
But don't turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we've created
Has made for damn good TV
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there
Way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and
Paste that we've made would you say, please
Say it was worth the seven days
Don't touch the remote
We'll be back in a moment
We are not hopeless, we are just coping
The mayhem is rolling, but it ain't showbiz
Reality's potent, chaotic, I know it
But we're growing, have some hope in us
And were we worth all the time you gave up?
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there
Way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and
Paste that we've made would you say, please
Say it was worth the seven days, yeah, oh, oh
Do you think he's looking down
Curled up on his couch right now?
As we fail to figure it out
Does he turn down the sound?
Is he proud? Are we proud?
Guess we forgot how to live
A life with no filter
Making boring people famous
Let's pretend they're fascinating
Let's tell little girls that
Pretty girls are better
Or that pigment or religion really matters
We're in some trouble
Mr Maker, don't turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we've created
Could make for some good TV
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there
Way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and
Paste that we've made would you say, please
Say it was worth the seven days
Does he hang his head at all
The greed that we possess?
As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess
Maybe, it's a test
Maybe he's upset by the loose ends
Stressed like the rest of us
It happens to the best of us
God, or is it Mr G to me?
I hope that through the static
You’ll show us the clarity
'Cause, it's hard to find the
Silver lining in the bittersweet
Wonder if you're praying for us
'fore you go to sleep do you sleep in peace?
'Cause, we're in some trouble mr Maker
But don't turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we've created
Has made for damn good TV
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there
Way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and
Paste that we've made would you say, please
Say it was worth the seven days
Don't touch the remote
We'll be back in a moment
We are not hopeless, we are just coping
The mayhem is rolling, but it ain't showbiz
Reality's potent, chaotic, I know it
But we're growing, have some hope in us
And were we worth all the time you gave up?
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there
Way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and
Paste that we've made would you say, please
Say it was worth the seven days, yeah, oh, oh