Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Augustines
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William McCarthy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Augustines
Producer
Peter Katis
Producer
Texty
Dashboard Jesus in a taxi cab
Never heard a word the driver said
You're in the backseat hanging on by a thread
The sun goes down but don't come up again
Kid, you're on your own
Kid, you're on your own
Console woman falling down so slow
Voices carry from the street below
Four floor apartment comers at it again
This polluted city makes my head a mess
Kid, you're on your own
Kid, you're on your own
Come back, come back and tell me this is it
You got to come back 'cause all I ever wanted was to be something
And everyone you love slips through your hands like sand
And why can't some place just feel like home?
That cage follows you wherever you go
And why are you there bleeding in my dreams?
Well baby, all things fade away, it seems
Kid, you're on your own
Kid, you're on your own
Come back, come back and tell me this is it
You got to come back 'cause all I ever wanted was to be something
And everyone you love slips through your hands like sand
Don't let it make you hate
Falling down again and again and again
So take your face out of your hands
Everyone feels so far away
Come back, come back and tell me this is it
You got to come back 'cause all I ever wanted was to be something
And everyone you love slips through your hands like sand
Written by: William McCarthy