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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jake Bowen
Jake Bowen
Synthesizer
Matt Halpern
Matt Halpern
Drums
Mark Holcomb
Mark Holcomb
Electric Guitar
Misha Mansoor
Misha Mansoor
Synthesizer
Spencer Sotelo
Spencer Sotelo
Lead Vocals
Adam Getgood
Adam Getgood
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Bowen
Jake Bowen
Songwriter
Matt Halpern
Matt Halpern
Songwriter
Mark Holcomb
Mark Holcomb
Songwriter
Misha Mansoor
Misha Mansoor
Songwriter
Spencer Sotelo
Spencer Sotelo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Periphery
Periphery
Producer
Adam Getgood
Adam Getgood
Mixing Engineer
Sebastian Sendon
Sebastian Sendon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Kalajian
Mike Kalajian
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Don't look down below We'd rather stay (We'd rather stay) In a moment and pacified than see That's how we do it Don't say it's nothing more than a love like that Gotta chase somebody Yeah isn't it funny How much better we seem to get along When we're face-down in a place where we belong? Where do we belong? Where do we belong? Pieces, falling pieces, I can feel them Every time I close my eyes, I can feel them in my brain Pieces, falling pieces, falling pieces, I can feel them Every time I close my eyes, I can feel them fucking my mind There doesn't have to be a reason What's the point of taking bits and pieces away, away from my high? You can blame it on the seasons Or a lack of serotonin, constant needing Don't look down below, we'd rather stay (We'd rather stay) In a moment and pacified than bleed for eternity Don't say it's nothing more than a love like that Chase that fucking money Yeah isn't it funny How much better we seem to get off When we're locked in with a superficial hole? Where do we belong? Where do we belong? Now everybody sings the same old sad song Where have we gone wrong? There's broken bodies in the distance Right now broken brains are amidst us Forever Where do we belong? Where have we gone wrong? A lack of body Just caught in the middle Some say fuck it when they're stuck in the middle Some say fuck it when they're bleeding a little bit And can't find the rhythm to get out of it Get me fucking out of this mess A lack of anybody Just caught in the middle The soul is sold A lack of anybody Just caught in the middle The soul is sold Some they pay Some they want it We're caught in the middle The soul is so empty Paid in full Tear the hole, tear the hole inside your soul (Inside your soul) There's broken bodies in the distance But right now broken brains are amidst us And you should all just surrender A lack of body, just caught in the middle A lack of body, just caught in the middle Some say fuck it when they're bleeding a little bit Paid in full Tear the hole, tear the hole inside your soul Tear it, tear it, tear it Paid in full Tear the hole, tear the hole inside your soul Tear it, tear it, tear it in your soul
Writer(s): Misha Mansoor, Mark Holcomb, Matthew Halpern, Jake Bowen, Adam Getgood, Spencer Sotelo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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