Vídeo musical

Créditos

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
Patrick Ferris
Patrick Ferris
Songwriter
Zac Sokolow
Zac Sokolow
Songwriter
Tim Carr
Tim Carr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Ferris
Patrick Ferris
Producer
Zac Sokolow
Zac Sokolow
Producer
Jake Faulkner
Jake Faulkner
Producer
Tim Carr
Tim Carr
Producer

Letras

Headed home, not a second late I got a head of steam up on the interstate Can't look back at the things I've seen In the rearview mirror is a vicious dream Black sky thundering a mile ahead And I'll take back every little thing I said On the horizon is my destiny And right beside me, the one who's gonna set me free I got money in my pocket, a pick-me-up switch I got the Friday evening itch Took my look right off the shelf You know I'd do nothing to you I wouldn't do to myself Calling out to me as I leave Is that you, honey, tugging at my sleeve? I need a rider, like a pair of wings Hold me tighter, forget I told you anything I did wrong, baby, with you in mind I did wrong, baby, to the ties that bind I did wrong when you asked me for help I did wrong, I couldn't keep it to myself I did wrong, baby, with you in mind I did wrong, baby, through the old grapevine I did wrong, I couldn't do it by myself I did wrong, baby, and I need your help Alone inside my hotel I learned my lesson well Only ever fell For the ones with a story to tell Take my lighter, keep it out of the breeze The moon is risen, it's a sickly green Doesn't take but one hand to steer And I think I can take it away from here I got Orion in my window pane I set fire to anything that did remain
Writer(s): Jake Faulkner, Patrick Ferris, Tim Carr, Zac Sokolow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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