Musikvideo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hugo Chakrabongse
Guitar
Ian Dench
Guitar
Catherine Marks
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hugo Chakrabongse
Composer
Amanda Ghost
Composer
Ian Dench
Composer
Peter Ibsen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amanda Ghost
Co-Producer
Dave McCracken
Producer
The Carter Administration
Executive Producer
Andros Rodriguez
Recording Engineer
Sam Giannelli
Assistant Engineer
Josh Batts
Assistant Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Christian Plata
Assistant Engineer
Erik Madrid
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Songtexte
I wanna find peace in my own skin
In my own skin
Breath out, breath in
Thinking of your eyes,
Promises you gave
Promises you gave
We're doomed, not saved.
Now cut to commercial
Just cut to commercial
What the hell am I s'posed to do
Choose a world over you
I'm afraid I'm just too small
I think I'd be no use at all.
Word's out, so how,
You're the sweetest cure
I never got to tell you.
Lost in the tide of sex and death
Of sex and death,
Your hair, your hair.
I want you again,
Don't wanna be your friend
I wanna be a door,
Not a voyeur
Now cut to commercial.
Just cut to commercial.
What the hell am I s'posed to be
Choose a world over me
Sitting pretty in my mess
On the phone I can't confess
Word's out, so how
You're the sweetest cure
I never got to tell you.
Word's out, so how
You're the sweetest cure
I never got to tell you.
My doll,
Pure heart's
Turn the tables and
Push it out and watch me slowly break.
Sweetest cure,
I never got to taste.
Sweetest cure,
I'll never taste.
Writer(s): Amanda Ghost, Ian Alec Harvey Dench, Peter Ibsen, Hugo Chula Alexander Chakrabongse
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