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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wombats
Performer
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Bass Guitar
Catherine Marks
Programming
Matthew Murphy
Vocals
Dan Haggis
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Songwriter
Matthew Murphy
Songwriter
Dan Haggis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Wombats
Producer
Mark Crew
Producer
Martin Cooke
Mixing Engineer
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Producer
Nicolas Fournier
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Catherine Marks
Producer
Matthew Murphy
Producer
Dan Haggis
Producer
Rob Whiteley
Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Beyond the pines are the breeze I shoot
There's a place where I undo
And it happens all the time
I'm immune to goodbyes, oh
Swiss watch and a baseball cap
Won't go far with a face like that
Still they keep me wanting more
A church with a locked door
You keep me wanting more
Everything gets blurry, am I right where you want me?
Melting like an ice cream in the sun
He's low and she's high, but I take it offline
Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
An ice cream in the sun
Art imitates life again
Rose and I used to be friends
We'd hand out from time to time
When we could toe the line, oh
What I lack in humility
My ego pays back to me
And it keeps me wanting more
A church with a locked door
You keep me wanting more
Everything gets blurry, am I right where you want me?
Melting like an ice cream in the sun
He's low and she's high, but I take it offline
Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
An ice cream in the sun
Everything gets blurry, am I right where you want me?
Melting like an ice cream in the sun
He's low and she's high, but I'm taking it offline
Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
An ice cream in the sun
Writer(s): Matthew Murphy, Tord Knudsen, Daniel Haggis
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