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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Isbell
Lead Vocals
Dave Cobb
Acoustic Guitar
Chad Gamble
Drums
Derry DeBorja
Mellotron
Amanda Shires
Fiddle
Jimbo Hart
Bass Guitar
Sadler Vaden
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Isbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Producer
Matt Ross-Spang
Engineer
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistant Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
This is how you make yourself vanish into nothing
And this is how you make yourself worthy of the love
That she gave to you back when you didn't own a beautiful thing
And this is how you make yourself call your mother
And this is how you make yourself closer to your brother
Remember him back when he was small enough to help you sing
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He's something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built it's all for show, goes up in flames
In 24 frames
This is how you see yourself floating on the ceiling
And this is how you help her when her heart stops beating
What happened to the part of you that noticed every changing wind
And this is how you talk to her when no one's else is listening
And this is how you help her when the muse goes missing
You vanish so she can go drowning in a dream again
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He's something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built it's all for show, goes up in flames
In 24 frames
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He's sitting in a black car ready to go
You make some new friends after the show
But you'll forget their names
In 24 frames
In 24 frames
Writer(s): Michael Jason Isbell
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