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?