Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tove Lo
Vocals
The Struts
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ludvig Söderberg
Songwriter
Jakob Jerlström
Songwriter
Ebba Tove Elsa Nilsson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Struts
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
John Hanes
Engineer
Randy Merrill
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I got fire eyes, glitter in my tear lines
And I'm coming down, ready for some new sounds
And I'm holding up all that I can think of
But where are you?
Where are you?
Oh, lonely babe
Stranded on the dance floor
Look for me
I know that I'm a handful
But you get me
Know what you signed up for
Live up to the best and the worst of your dreams
All the cards with all the love cliches
I wouldn't have it any other way
Shake your head, you don't believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?
All the cards with all the love cliches
I wouldn't have it any other way
Shake your head, you don't believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?
I can feel the lights tingling from the sunrise
And I see the signs clinging to our last nights
Thinking you and I, we are of the same kind
So where are you
Where are you?
Oh, lonely babe
Stranded on the dance floor
Look for me
I know that I'm a handful
But you get me
Know what you signed up for
Live up to the best and the worst of your dreams
All the cards with all the love cliches
I wouldn't have it any other way
Shake your head, you don't believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?
All the cards with all the love cliches
I wouldn't have it any other way
Shake your head, you don't believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?
With a hand like this I'm folding
All you need, yeah, I'll be holding
(What the fuck do you think love is?)
With a hand like this I'm folding
All you need, yeah, I'll be holding
(What the fuck do you think love is?)
Where are you? (Oh)
Lonely babe
(Can't focus)
Look for me
(I lost you)
You get me
(What you wanted)
Live up to the best
Live up to the best and the worst of your dreams, ahh
All the cards with all the love cliches
I wouldn't have it any other way
Shake your head, you don't believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?
All the cards with all the love cliches
I wouldn't have it any other way
Shake your head, you don't believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?
Cling my hand like this and fold it, oh
All you need, yeah, I'll be holding
(What the fuck do you think love is?)
Cling my hand like this and fold it, oh
All you need, yeah, I'll be holding
(What the fuck do you think love is?)
Ah, fuck!
Ugh, I need another
Writer(s): Ludvig Karl Dagsson Soederberg, Jakob Bo Jerlstroem, Tove Lo
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