Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clay Jones
Clay Jones
Acoustic Guitar
Eric Judy
Eric Judy
Bass Guitar
James Mercer
James Mercer
Background Vocals
Tom Peloso
Tom Peloso
Upright Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Brock
Isaac Brock
Composer
Eric Judy
Eric Judy
Composer
Johnny Marr
Johnny Marr
Composer
Tom Peloso
Tom Peloso
Composer
Joe Plummer
Joe Plummer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dennis Herring
Dennis Herring
Producer
Clay Jones
Clay Jones
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Joe Zook
Joe Zook
Mixing Engineer
Kyle "Slick" Johnson
Kyle "Slick" Johnson
Additional Engineer
Reto Peter
Reto Peter
Additional Engineer
Rob Cooper
Rob Cooper
Assistant Engineer
Tom Queyja
Tom Queyja
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

While we're on the subject, could we change the subject now? I was knocking on your ear's door, but you were always out Looking towards the future, we were begging for the past Well, we knew we had the good things, but those never seemed to last Oh, please just last Everyone's unhappy, everyone's ashamed Well, we all just got caught looking at somebody else's page Well, nothing ever went quite exactly as we planned Our ideas held no water, but we used them like a dam Oh, and we carried it all so well As if we got a new position Oh, and I laugh all the way to Hell Saying, "Yes, this is a fine promotion" Oh, and I laugh all the way to Hell Of course, everyone goes crazy over such and such and such We made ourselves a pillar, we just used it as a crutch We were certainly uncertain, at least, I'm pretty sure I am Well, we didn't need the water, but we just built that good God dam Oh, and I know this of myself I assume as much for other people Oh, and I know this of myself We've listened more to life's end-gong than The sound of life's sweet bells Was it ever worth it, was there all that much to gain? Well, we knew we'd missed the boat and we'd already missed the plane We didn't read the invite, we just dance at our own wake All our favorites were a-playing So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Tiny curtain's open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks Sittin', driftin' around in bubbles, and thinkin' it was us that carried them When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat Oh, and we carried it all so well As if we got a new position Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves But not the skills to make a shelf with Oh, what useless tools ourselves
Writer(s): Jeremiah Green, Johnny Marr, Eric Judy, Tom Peloso, Isaac Brock, Joe Plummer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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