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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bells Larsen
Bells Larsen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rostam Batmanglij
Rostam Batmanglij
Composer
Bells Larsen
Bells Larsen
Arranger
Thanya Iyer
Thanya Iyer
Arranger
Leighton Harrell
Leighton Harrell
Arranger
Aidan McConnell
Aidan McConnell
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bells Larsen
Bells Larsen
Producer
Thanya Iyer
Thanya Iyer
Engineer
Evan Matthews
Evan Matthews
Engineer
Howard Bilerman
Howard Bilerman
Mixing Engineer

Letras

You wake up late, you feel your heart begin to work And now you're all dressed up of course And hailing cabs out of your door On 14th Street I feel my head between my knees And orange swimming through the trees And orange swimming through the trees Where could I go? What could I do? Put in the state, my lips and eyes give me away There is nothing I can say no I'm pulled away, I see another of myself Who's found true love and happiness To sit and smoke there on the chair for Two boys, one to kiss your neck And one to bring you breakfast Get you out of bed when You're sore from the night before From knocking on my door Your head against the floor boards Two boys, one to love you sweetly One does so discreetly Never will he meet me But I'm sure that you'll catch your breath You'll sleep into the day To wake up with sunlight across your room Before I leave I want to try to go back in time To just that moment in my life where I should have spoke up but I lied As I sat there with my jaw open and I smiled He pulled his sweater off and tried To explain he'd all but given up on love I'm pulled away, I see another of myself Who's found true love and happiness To sit and smoke there on the chair Beside the bed I read this past week's New Yorker And I watch him paint Antarctica, watch him paint Antarctica Two boys, one to kiss your neck And one to bring you breakfast Get you out of bed when You're sore from the night before From knocking at my door Your head against the floor boards Two boys, one to love you sweetly One does so discreetly Never will he meet me But I'm sure that you'll catch your breath You'll sleep into the day To wake up with sunlight across your room Telling me something or nothing Never the one thing I wanna hear Telling me something or nothing Never the one thing I wanna hear Telling me something or nothing Never the one thing I wanna hear
Writer(s): Rostam Batmanglij Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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