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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
Flute
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

You're scared of a world where you're needed So, you never made nice with the locals But you tied me up slow with your vine stuff It takes a few years, but they break bones It takes a few months, but our bones heal We're stronger and we tell all our school friends And they sign our cast in the playground Darling, the rest of my body, it's yours, then And I know you're scared Well, I'm scared too Oh, but every time I try to make lunch For anyone else, in my head I end up dreaming of you And you come to me Good morning Show me the place where he inserted the blade Or praise the Lord, burn my house I get lost, I freak out You come home and hold me tight As if it never happened at all Good morning Show me the place where he inserted the blade Good morning Where is your light? Am I home? I will hold to my chest where the wind can exist I will try not to keep you too long So clean your soup maker and breathe in Your chicken, broccoli, and everything The tug that's between us, that long string Concorde, Bound 2, and my evening The good hunter's guide to a bad night Darling, I'll spoil it myself, thanks, you're leaving Well, I tried just to stroke your dreams better But, darling, I see that you're not really sleeping And I know you're tired Well, I'm tired too Oh, but every time I try to make lunch For anyone else, in my head I end up dreaming of you And you come to me Good morning Show me the place where he inserted the blade Or praise the Lord, burn my house I get lost, I freak out You come home and hold me tight As if it never happened at all Good morning Show me the fifth or the cadence you want me to play Good morning Show me where to tie the other end of this chain
Writer(s): Georgia Ellery, May Kershaw, Lewis Evans, Charlie Wayne, Isaac Wood, Tyler Hyde, Luke Mark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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