Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The 113
Performer
Jack Grant
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Grant
Composer
Jack Picton
Composer
Joshua Matthias
Composer
Louis McLoughlin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Grant
Producer
Texty
I’ll speak when I please, and strictly spew from the heart,
You’re my best friend, my soul mate, my saviour, my hero,
And the least that you could do for me is suck it up and play the fucking part.
I’m aware it all went downhill, the minute I made that call,
We could split hairs and probably chuck the blame about,
Or maybe we could float about the place and just get through it all.
But lightning hits the earth, with every thought that appears,
Every second spent with my mouth shut is torture,
So maybe shut the fuck up and let me go and take it from here.
And yeah the house is burning, I’ll fucking deal with it tomorrow,
Every grain of salt that hits the earth are merely souvenirs,
I’d sit about and reminisce but realise that time is merely borrowed.
We floated through the rapture that lined the busy streets,
And departed the universe with a shuffle of our feet,
Two souls in trance with a funny shade of romance,
I’d swing limbs lazily I could never fucking dance.
We landed in a chamber, sheltered from the planet,
I ain’t got a lot, but what’s there you can have it,
My adoration drifts, the entire world is bliss,
Beyond these walls, nothing else exists.
But you never really left. But you never really left.
Written by: Jack Grant, Jack Picton, Joshua Matthias, Louis McLoughlin

