Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Cross
Guitar
Tim Cross
Bass Guitar
Jimmy Paluzzi
Drums
Joey Mazzola
Guitar
Vinnie Dombroski
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Cross
Songwriter
Tim Cross
Songwriter
Jimmy Paluzzi
Songwriter
Joey Mazzola
Songwriter
Vinnie Dombroski
Songwriter
Sponge
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sponge
Producer
Tim Patalan
Co-Producer
Andy Patalan
Assistant Producer
Tim Palmer
Mixing Engineer
Mark O'Donoughe
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brandon Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Oh God, here it comes again
Here's that memory
Breaks my back
And when I figured it out
Yeah, I thought I'd get by
Here it comes
Blacken the sun
Bury me alive
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself, myself, myself, myself
Turn around, throw it all away
Turn around until it all breaks down
To fields of falling angels
Fields of falling angels
Best friends, that's what we used to say
All the time, feels like yesterday
Remembering when we said goodbye
Still I doubt I'll ever figure out why
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself, myself, myself, myself
Turn around, throw it all away
Turn around till it all breaks down
To the fields of falling angels
Fields of falling angels
Fields of falling angels
Fields of falling angels
If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow
If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow
If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow
If I die before I wake, it never ends the sorrow, if
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself, myself, myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Save me from myself, myself, myself, myself
Writer(s): Mark P Dombroski, Jimmy Paluzzi, Timothy Rygiel, Michael John Rygiel, Joe Mazzola
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