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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Wayne
Charlie Wayne
Drums
Georgia Ellery
Georgia Ellery
Violin
Isaac Wood
Isaac Wood
Guitar
Lewis Evans
Lewis Evans
Alto Saxophone
Luke Mark
Luke Mark
Guitar
May Kershaw
May Kershaw
Piano
Tyler Hyde
Tyler Hyde
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Wayne
Charlie Wayne
Songwriter
Georgia Ellery
Georgia Ellery
Songwriter
Isaac Wood
Isaac Wood
Songwriter
Lewis Evans
Lewis Evans
Songwriter
Luke Mark
Luke Mark
Songwriter
May Kershaw
May Kershaw
Songwriter
Tyler Hyde
Tyler Hyde
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sergio Maschetzko
Sergio Maschetzko
Mixing Engineer
David Granshaw
David Granshaw
Mixing Engineer
Christian Wright
Christian Wright
Mastering Engineer
Tomas Moreno
Tomas Moreno
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

Concorde this organ The new one I'm forming It has grown so persistent on you By the morning, I'd fell to my feet And the doctor said, "We are unfortunately Running out of options to treat" What a funny way to speak And you, like Concorde I came, a gentle hill racer I was breathless Upon every mountain Just to look for your light Concorde, I miss you Don't text me 'til winter I can hardly afford A second summer of splinters This staircase, it leads only to Some old pictures of you Through an a-thousand mile long tube Hey, what's a city boy to do? And you, like Concorde I came, a gentle hill racer I was breathless Upon every mountain Just to look for your light But for less than a moment We'd share the same sky And then Isaac will suffer Concorde will fly Concorde, we're old now And you wield a lightsaber And led by the dark to our place on the table So don't tell me you're hungry 'Cause darling, I'm starving myself And I heard you're on Atkins as well I was made to love you Can't you tell? And you, like Concorde I came, a light blue sleeper And I laid dead or twitching For most of the night But I know that you'll be there The Sandman inside And I'll come through like a child And Concorde and I Die free this time
Writer(s): Charlie Wayne, Isaac Wood, Lewis Evans, May Kershaw, Tyler Hyde, Le Jay Mark, Georgia Elizabeth Ellery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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