Tears Dry on Their Own is a soulful song by English singer-songwriter Amy Winehouse. It was composed by Winehouse and producers Nick Shymansky and Zachary “Zac” M. Rappaport in 2005. The tune is musically inspired by the Motown and R&B sound, while lyrically it describes the aftermath of a destructive breakup, focusing on themes of heartache, self-worth, and moving on from a difficult loss. The song’s memorable chorus line states that tears will eventually fade through the passage of time; therefore, why shed any after all? As one of its most relatable lyrics goes, “I should just be my own best friend, not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.” In this track, we experience Winehouse in her most beautifully honest form as she reflects both on strife and successfully overcoming it.
Tears Dry on Their Own by Amy Winehouse:
Category | Details |
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Song Title | Tears Dry on Their Own |
Artist | Amy Winehouse |
Release Year | 2007 |
Album | Back to Black |
Music Genre | Soul, R&B, Motown |
Songwriters | Amy Winehouse, Nick Shymansky, Zachary “Zac” M. Rappaport |
Themes | Heartbreak, emotional healing, resilience, moving on after a breakup |
Key Elements | Soulful vocals, poignant lyrics, Motown-inspired sound, introspective storytelling |
Mood/Atmosphere | Reflective, empowering, bittersweet |
Notable Influence | Showcases Winehouse’s ability to blend classic soul with modern sensibilities, widely praised for its emotional depth |
Song’s Significance | Represents the journey from heartbreak to healing, emphasizing strength and emotional recovery |
Music Style | A mix of soul, R&B, and Motown with a contemporary twist, featuring powerful vocal delivery and emotive instrumentation |
Tears Dry on Their Own
All I can ever be to you
Is a darkness that we know
And this regret I’ve gotten accustomed to
Once it was so right
When we were at our high
Waiting for you in the hotel at night
I knew I hadn’t met my match
But every moment we could snatch
I don’t know why I got so attached
It’s my responsibility
And you don’t owe nothing to me
But to walk away I have no capacity
He walks away
The Sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
I don’t understand
Why do I stress the men?
When there’s so many bigger things at hand
We could have never had it all
We had to hit a wall
So this is inevitable withdrawal
Even if I stopped wanting you
A perspective pushes through
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon
I cannot play myself again
I should just be my own best friend
Not fucking myself in the head with stupid men
He walks away
The Sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
So we are history
Your shadow covers me
The sky above ablaze
He walks away
The Sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
I wish I could say no regrets
And no emotional debts
‘Cause as we kiss goodbye, the Sun sets
So we are history; the shadow covers me
The sky above ablaze that only lovers see
He walks away
The Sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown
And in your way, my blue shade
My tears dry on their own
Whoa, he walks away
The Sun goes down
He takes the day, but I am grown
And in your way, my deep shade
My tears dry on their own
He walks away
The Sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown
And in your way, my deep shade
My tears dry
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