Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
The Glorious Sons
The Glorious Sons
Intérprete
Brett Emmons
Brett Emmons
Voces
Jay Emmons
Jay Emmons
Guitarra
Christopher Huot
Christopher Huot
Bajo eléctrico
Christopher Koster
Christopher Koster
Guitarra
Adam Paquette
Adam Paquette
Batería
Aaron Goldstein
Aaron Goldstein
Lap steel guitar
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Frederik Thaae
Frederik Thaae
Composición
Brett Emmons
Brett Emmons
Composición
Jay Emmons
Jay Emmons
Composición
Christopher Huot
Christopher Huot
Composición
Christopher Koster
Christopher Koster
Composición
Adam Paquette
Adam Paquette
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Frederik Thaae
Frederik Thaae
Producción
Matty Green
Matty Green
Ingeniería de mezcla
Harry Hess
Harry Hess
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
All this money's just paper baby
All these bills are just the same
In the end the only reason for this house
Is to keep dry from the rain
When all your problems are self-made
What you got to worry about
Dry your eyes, we've been spoiled rotten
It ain't hard to figure out
[Verse 2]
I got a key
To a pink motel
Let's get away from the speed
Let's get away from the sound
Baby we can leave
We can leave right now
I gotta key
To a pink motel
[Verse 3]
You're measuring us up against
Everything and everyone around
There's a voice telling you to be perfect and it's bringing us down
Just let yourself loose in my arms
You can trust my steady hands
Trust me, if we put love first, nothing can be broken
[Verse 4]
I got a key
To a pink motel
Let's get away from the speed
Let's get away from the sound
Baby we can leave
We can leave right now
I gotta key
To a pink motel
[Verse 5]
I can't help if you want more than love
I can't help you if this is not enough
I remember when we never needed anything at all
We'll still be here when all of this is gone
I'm so tired of proving you wrong
I remember we never needed anything at all
[Verse 6]
Don't wait for me to leave you baby
To tell me that I'm enough
I don't care about anything at all
Anything at all but you
Fuck the cars and the money
Fuck all the trappings and the lifestyle
Fuck the rain and fuck the expectations you put on everything
Don't wait for me to leave you baby
What do you care about my love?
I care about you
I care about you
[Verse 7]
I can't help if you want more than love
I can't help you if this is not enough
I remember when we never needed anything at all
We'll still be here when all of this is gone
I'm so tired of proving you wrong
I remember we never needed anything at all
[Verse 8]
Baby we can leave
We can leave right now
I got a key
To a pink motel
Written by: Adam Paquette, Brett Emmons, Christopher Huot, Christopher Koster, Frederik Thaae, Jay Emmons
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