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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Edwin White
Edwin White
Percussion
Tom Dziekonski
Tom Dziekonski
Violin
James Keogh
James Keogh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Keogh
James Keogh
Songwriter
Edwin White
Edwin White
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tobijah Rogers
Tobijah Rogers
Assistant Engineer
Edwin White
Edwin White
Co-Producer
Ryan Hadlock
Ryan Hadlock
Producer
Taylor Carroll
Taylor Carroll
Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
John O'Mahony
John O'Mahony
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

I love you in the morning, when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you were the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't get no sparks Ask me to go faster, put my foot down to the floor Standing at the edge, I feel like I've been here before I loved you in the darkness and I loved you in fluorescent light If it don't feel right, babe You can run and hide, babe Like a bird you can take flight If I've been holding on too tight If I've been holding on Your mother always told us we should go out to the dance You can't get struck by lightning if you're not standing in the rain Take it as the truth or you can take it with a grain of salt If it don't work out You were in the shower, we were talking through the glass Packing up your suitcase, you were humming to yourself One day you were smiling, I could tell by how you sounded on the phone You said "I'm coming home, babe" I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I'm thinking 'bout coming home I'm thinking 'bout coming home
Writer(s): James Keogh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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