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PERFORMING ARTISTS
St. Catherine's Child
St. Catherine's Child
Performer
Ilana Zsigmond
Ilana Zsigmond
Vocals
Alec Brits
Alec Brits
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Ormsby
Dave Ormsby
Drums
Toria Wooff
Toria Wooff
Background Vocals
Joe Smithson
Joe Smithson
Electric Guitar
Danny Miller
Danny Miller
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ilana Zsigmond
Ilana Zsigmond
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ilana Zsigmond
Ilana Zsigmond
Producer
David Glover
David Glover
Producer
Alec Brits
Alec Brits
Producer
Chris Wilkinson
Chris Wilkinson
Engineer

Texty

Take a look around now sweetheart, these are the days of your youth
Nurse the chip on your shoulder so you'll have something to prove
Pack up all your clothes into a big green van and call it moving with your friends
Forget to call home, think you're alone and you chase after the wind
The world is at your feet, you're buying indoor trees, and your best friend has a car
Your boyfriend's six foot three and kinda mean, but it's okay he plays guitar
Things are looking up, you think "I'm golden, man, if this is 23"
You could be getting older, could be you're finally on those pills for ADD
The week they call it cancer they bail on plans to see a gig
So you pack a bag and take two trains alone to Hebden Bridge
Sylvia is waiting for you in the pouring rain
It makes you feel less lonely putting flowers on her grave
Everybody says that these should be the best days of your life
None of this will matter til you're on the other side of twenty five
Trying to make them like you will always be a waste of time
None of this will matter til you're on the other side of twenty five
When all the cracks are forming, ignore the warnings, you'll hold out until May
Your boyfriend calls ten times about your landlord while you're out for mom's birthday
She takes you to a coffee shop, you have the talk, and she tells you that it's time
You pull the trigger, he's surprised that you feel fine so he tries to make you cry
Your dad says that there's spare room for you in his father's house
He drags his oxygen tank up the stairs to move you out
You ignore the way he's breathing, through the pain he's pushing through
You both know it's the last time that he'll take care of you
Everybody says that these should be the best days of your life
That none of this will matter til you're on the other side of twenty five
The truth is finally hitting that someone you love is running out of time
And none of this will matter til you're on the other side of twenty five
Golden lotus, fiercest flames
We're not made for this much change
Time to reap but time to sow
Somewhere deep inside you know
Everybody says that these should be the best days of your life
That none of them will matter til you're on the other side of twenty five
Everything that isn't life or death is gonna be a waste of time
And none of this will matter til you're on the other side of twenty five
Written by: Ilana Zsigmond
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