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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lewis Capaldi
Lewis Capaldi
Vocals
Peter Kelleher
Peter Kelleher
Bass Guitar
Ben Kohn
Ben Kohn
Piano
Vern Asbury
Vern Asbury
Guitar
Thomas Barnes
Thomas Barnes
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lewis Capaldi
Lewis Capaldi
Songwriter
Nick Atkinson
Nick Atkinson
Songwriter
Ben Kohn
Ben Kohn
Songwriter
Peter Kelleher
Peter Kelleher
Songwriter
Thomas Barnes
Thomas Barnes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TMS
TMS
Producer
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rob Vosgien
Rob Vosgien
Mastering Engineer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Waking up too early, static on the TV Dressed in all the clothes I had on When yesterday decided I didn't need to fight With the hours and the seconds no more Doing all the things that I'm supposed to Working every day the way that most do Smiling while I'm hiding what I'm going through But you know, you know, you know That if I'm being honest I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted I struggle sleeping 'cause the house feels haunted Filled with the shadows of regret And the things I should have said To the ones I laid to rest And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading Man, growing old is so excruciating Is there a cure for minds unwell? 'Cause my heads a living hell If I'm honest with myself Stumble as I'm leaving, one foot takes the lead Second seems to struggle to find A solitary reason to continue seeking Any use in walking this line Doing all the things that I'm supposed to Working every day the way that most do Smiling while I'm hiding what I'm going through But you know, you know, you know That if I'm being honest I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted I struggle sleeping 'cause the house feels haunted Filled with the shadows of regret And the things I should have said To the ones I laid to rest And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading Man, growing old is so excruciating Is there a cure for minds unwell? 'Cause my heads a living hell If I'm honest with myself So how am I supposed to see an end To my all consuming constant fear and dread When I can't even seem to make it out of bed? Yeah, if I'm being honest I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted I struggle sleeping 'cause the house feels haunted Filled with the shadows of regret And the things I should have said To the ones I laid to rest And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading Man, growing old is so excruciating Is there a cure for minds unwell? 'Cause my heads a living hell If I'm honest with myself
Writer(s): Nicholas William Atkinson, Lewis Marc Capaldi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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