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PERFORMING ARTISTS
VHS or Beta
VHS or Beta
Performer
Mark Palgy
Mark Palgy
Bass
Mark Guidry
Mark Guidry
Drums
Craig Pfunder
Craig Pfunder
Guitar
Zeke Buck
Zeke Buck
Guitar
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Brumbach
Martin Brumbach
Producer
Adam Dorn
Adam Dorn
Producer
Juan Garcia
Juan Garcia
Engineer
Noah Simon
Noah Simon
Assistant Recording Engineer
Shawn Komondor
Shawn Komondor
Assistant Recording Engineer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Sarah Register
Sarah Register
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Days we drive around With Siamese rainin' down And there's angels shooting stars And there's angels shooting stars Cool summers pourin' down Washin' green across the town And we follow long its trail We run around and trace the ground Falling back to catch the lands As they fumble through our hands We feel alive in the move from Sundays Singin' loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud Feel alive in the move from Sundays Sing and shout, sing and shout It's rainin' hard like the years between us Leavin' silent space around us Formin' walls like they're meant to part They're rainin' down, they're rainin' down Dreams the lost are found All the silent make a sound And the timid free again Lyin' here on the edge of sun We slowly rest our eyes In these nights there's moon and stars And we shout, shout, shout, shout, shout To cure the silence, oh And our loud, loud, loud, loud times Will carry on, and on and on And we shout, shout, shout, shout, shout To cure the silence, oh And our loud, loud, loud, loud times Will carry on, and on and on And we shout, shout, shout, shout, shout To cure the silence, oh And our loud, loud, loud, loud times Will carry on, and on and on We feel alive in the move from Sundays Singin' loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud Feel alive in the move from Sundays Sing and shout, sing and shout It's rainin' hard like the years between us Leavin' silent space around us Formin' walls like they're meant to part They're rainin' down, they're rainin' down We feel alive in the move from Sundays Singin' loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud Feel alive in the move from Sundays Sing and shout, sing and shout Days we drive around We slowly turn the car And there's angels shooting stars And there's angels shooting stars
Writer(s): Richard Butler, Marti Frederiksen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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