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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TV on the Radio
TV on the Radio
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Songwriter
Kyp Malone
Kyp Malone
Songwriter
Tunde Adebimpe
Tunde Adebimpe
Songwriter
Gerald Smith
Gerald Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Producer
Dan Huron
Dan Huron
Engineer
Chris Moore
Chris Moore
Engineer
Chris Coady
Chris Coady
Engineer
Kyle Boyd
Kyle Boyd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Shunk
Brian Shunk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matty Green
Matty Green
Mixing Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Heartbeats soundin' Ricocheting in their cage Thought I'd lose my balance With the ground's bounce and sway And all this violence And all this goes away And the vibes that rise like Fireflies illuminate our play Some light being Pulled you up from night's party Said, "Clap your hands If you think your soul is free" And the silence was astounding 'Cept some, "Oh, Lord mercy M-E"'s And, oh, you can't stop what's comin' up You're never gonna stop gonna live it up And, oh, it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup And, oh, it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup The age of miracles The age of sound Well, there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round Give it up 'Stead of grabbin' for decay What we viewed as gold I believe pollutes this space And its grace ascending Like a snake up your tree Up your happy ending understanding All you're s'posed to be Let it move right in Let it kiss your face Let it sow your skin In perpetual embrace Like I said, love's light as laughter Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter Oh, here it comes like a natural disaster Ah, blowin' up like a ghetto blaster Oh, here it comes, bring it faster Oh, here it comes, bring it faster The age of miracles The age of sound Well, there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round Love, don't you falter Burnin' hearts dragged behind The horses dancing on the altar Hooves breakin' gods To diamond dust and stars And there you are Now we're all allowed to breathe Walls dissolve With the hunger and the greed Move your body You've got all you need And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars And, oh, here it comes, and it's not so far All light beings Come on now make haste Clap your hands If you think you're in the right place Thunder all surroundin' Oh, feel it quake with the joy resounding Palm to the palm, you can feel it poundin' Never give it up, you can feel it mountin' Oh, it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup, and Oh, it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup The age of miracles The age of sound Well, there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round The age of miracles The age of sound Well, there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round
Writer(s): David Andrew Sitek, Gerard Anthony Smith, Babatunde Omoroga Adebimpe, David Kyp Joel Malone, Jaleel Bunton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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