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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Americans
The Americans
Performer
Patrick Ferris
Patrick Ferris
Lead Vocals
Zac Sokolow
Zac Sokolow
Organ
Jake Faulkner
Jake Faulkner
Guitar
Tim Carr
Tim Carr
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zac Sokolow
Zac Sokolow
Songwriter
Jake Faulkner
Jake Faulkner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Ferris
Patrick Ferris
Producer
Zac Sokolow
Zac Sokolow
Producer
Jake Faulkner
Jake Faulkner
Producer
Tim Carr
Tim Carr
Producer

Στίχοι

You don't have to let me know You don't have to say a word I can tell by the way you speak my name down low And by the things that I have heard From the kitchen I would listen Some days, in the morning The nurse would come a-calling And I could make out the news And now I know the truth What's left isn't yours or mine I'm letting go one word at a time Sitting now, here with you I don't want to see you sad and blue I don't want any of it, for heaven's sake I don't want to be the one standing 'round watching Hearts as they break Can't trust your senses Can't trust your independence Can't trust your memories From what exactly are you free? Tell me, what are you free to do? Gaze into familiar eyes Shedding tears and you don't know why I'm sitting now, here with you Can you still remember The kinds of places we would go? Slip your fingers into my hand And we can take off down the road Miss you so It ain't easy being easily prone To loneliness, which doesn't fade We only get more acquainted each passing day Only one thing left to do Linger in a long goodbye I'm present, but I'm keeping time Sitting now, here with you The cafes are closing The sky is black and blue The streets are wide open The world is brand new
Writer(s): Daveit Patrick Ferris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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