Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
General Mojo's
Performer
Dune Butler
Synthesizer
Sam Veatch
Drums
Eric Vanderbilt-Mathews
Keyboards
David Salonen
Electric Guitar
William Mapp
Percussion
Skyler Mehal
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dune Butler
Songwriter
Sam Veatch
Songwriter
Eric Vanderbilt-Mathews
Songwriter
Heather Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
General Mojo's
Producer
Letras
Deep within a desert night with open skies,
A vacant landscape met your fading eyes
So desperately alone but still so little space between
I can't remember what the morning brings
It rips the rivets from my seams
My hearts an airplane wreck it seems
That supersonic revelation must of broke your neck in three
I'm not the fighter that I thought I was a year ago agreed
You're the shell that finally brought me down I know
Even before I knew I think I knew
Choking on the questions I had the answer to
Couldn't help but spiral and I lost control
The rhythm of your silence takes an awful toll
Turn back the pages
Search for how we went wrong
Now that you're gone
This can't be undone
And when I'd fallen from your field of view
That lonely medicine strong enough for two
A paradox where love by any other word
Even the sweetest fruit left overnight can turn, can turn
Written by: Dune Butler, Eric Vanderbilt-Mathews, Heather Thomas, Sam Veatch

