Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cross Gray
Performer
Adam Harney
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Crosson Gray Easter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Harney
Producer
Lyrics
I’m entangled with cold regrets
Haunted by the scene from the tattoo on your wrist
Bound with worry that’s never left
Breaking at the seams with the fever that it gives
I’m some kind of hopesick
And I’ve been running out of all my focus
And now I’m running out of all my love
Paint a finer love for me to know
Paint a finer love for me to know
My memory is paper-thin
So can you fill me in
What kind of truth can a liar get from all the noise around me
Before we play pretend
Maybe we’ll let you in
Or get caught in your tide again
You’re the light in my eyes
I’m some kind of hopesick
And I’ve been running out of all my focus
And now I’m running out of all my love
Paint a finer love for me to know
Paint a finer love for me to know
My memory is paper-thin
So can you fill me in
What kind of truth can a liar get from all the noise around me
Before we play pretend
Maybe we’ll let you in
Or get caught in your tide again
You’re the light in my eyes
Keep chasing all night
Peace has its own time
Keep running all night
For the light in my eyes
Keep chasing all night
Peace has its own time
Keep running all night
For the light in my eyes
Written by: Crosson Gray Easter
