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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gretta Ray
Gretta Ray
Vocals
Gab Strum
Gab Strum
Programming
Hamish Patrick
Hamish Patrick
Performer
Graham Ritchie
Graham Ritchie
Electric Guitar
Jonathan Dreyfus
Jonathan Dreyfus
Strings
Jean-Louise Parker
Jean-Louise Parker
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gretta Ray
Gretta Ray
Composer
Evan Klar
Evan Klar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gab Strum
Gab Strum
Producer
Tristan Hoogland
Tristan Hoogland
Mixing Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer
Hamish Patrick
Hamish Patrick
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Evan Klar
Evan Klar
Additional Producer

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Bagels in cardboard boxes Northern suburb street parking Grocery that's vacant at 8 a.m. on a Monday morning Hot coffee, heavy eyes AirPods and open skies Converse and creek trails and coming to realise As I walk and tread and trample Through the trees, mud on my ankles There's no emotion along this path that I cannot handle Woollen coats, oversized, each thought I analyse Cold to the point where you see it before you when you sigh Dress-ups and dinner parties Backyards and sunburned bodies James Taylor vinyls and pot plants and putting off your studies Cheeseboards and blow-up pools, feminist articles Boyfriends and tattoos, and scented expensive candles Long roads and rugged coastlines D&Ms over a white wine Sleep-ins and beach trips and losing myself in my mind Birdwatching turning tide Tea towels and dishes dried Siblings suppressing laughter Parents don't know why we try Breathe it in, soak it up All it is, all at once Ready, set, take the plunge Being like a sponge and- Breathe it in, soak it up All it is, all at once Ready, set, take it on Treat it like it's gonna be gone Front desks and boarding passes Wheels-up, 12 hours 'til landing Sunlight that cuts like a knife through the clouds into the cabin Bring your book to the park, pub feed before it's dark Silk skirts and stories of coworkers' rude remarks Downtown breakfast at a diner It's how you walk through the fire There ain't a stranger in sight that I don't somewhat admire Museum self-guided tours, music is mine and it's yours Whole to the point where you cannot imagine needing more Breathe it in, soak it up All it is, all at once Ready, set, take the plunge Being like a sponge and- Breathe it in, soak it up All it is, all at once Ready, set, take it on Treat it like it's gonna be gone Kitchen choreographed dances Sweet talk and second chances Kissed right below your eyes Swear not to take this night for granted Sing at the top of your lungs Dare to try everything once It only takes looking around to know you've already won Breathe it in, soak it up All it is, all at once Ready, set, take the plunge Being like a sponge and- Breathe it in, soak it up All it is, all at once Ready, set, take it on Treat it like it's gonna be gone Treat it like it's gonna be gone Treat it like it's gonna be gone Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Writer(s): Gretta Ray, Evan Klar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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