Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Glorious Sons
The Glorious Sons
Performer
Adam Paquette
Adam Paquette
Drums
Brett Emmons
Brett Emmons
Vocals
Christopher Huot
Christopher Huot
Bass
Christopher Koster
Christopher Koster
Guitar
Jay Emmons
Jay Emmons
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Emmons
Brett Emmons
Lyrics
Christopher Huot
Christopher Huot
Composer
Christopher Koster
Christopher Koster
Lyrics
Jay Emmons
Jay Emmons
Lyrics
Frederik Thaae
Frederik Thaae
Lyrics
Ryan Spraker
Ryan Spraker
Lyrics
Tom Peyton
Tom Peyton
Lyrics
Fast Friends
Fast Friends
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matty Green
Matty Green
Mixing Engineer
Harry Hess
Harry Hess
Mastering Engineer
Fast Friends
Fast Friends
Producer

Lyrics

Well I spent all my money on a pack of cigarettes For a lady that I love with the name I forget That night I taught her how to laugh She taught me how to slow dance I tried to take her home she said "you don't stand a chance" I'm the closest thing my mother had to a daughter I used to be amshamed of that but now I'm kind of flattered I learn that my weakness is a weapon anyway So I haven't touched a pretty thing in forty days Everything is alright If only for the night I forgot what it feels like I set out on a dream that I couldn't understand It made me happy, sad, love, lonely and I don't know what I had A few too many favours from a few to many fake friends I wake up in the afternoon and do it all again Yeah, I punched a man on his wedding night I'm still trying to figure out how to apologize I learned that morning I can't fix nothing anyway So I haven't touched a pretty thing in forty days Everything is alright If only for the night I forgot what it feels like Everything is alright If only for the night I forgot what it feels like Oh oh oh-oh oh-oh (Can you feel it baby) Oh-oh oh-oh Oh oh oh-oh oh-oh (I can feel it baby) Oh-oh oh-oh (I feel it coming through) Everything is alright If only for the night I forgot what it feels like Everything is alright If only for the night I forgot what it feels like I spent all my money on a pack of cigarettes For a lady that I love with the name I forget And I learned that morning I can't fix nothing anyway So I haven't touched a pretty thing in forty days
Writer(s): Adam Paquette, Composer Author Unknown, Jay Emmons, Frederick Thaae, Chris Koster, Chris Huot, Brett Emmons, Ryan A Spraker, Tom Peyton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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