Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
James Mercer
Voces de fondo
Clay Jones
Guitarra acústica
Eric Judy
Intérprete
Isaac Brock
Canto
Jeremiah Green
Intérprete
Joe Plummer
Intérprete
Johnny Marr
Intérprete
Tom Peloso
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Isaac Brock
Composición
Eric Judy
Composición
Jeremiah Green
Composición
Johnny Marr
Composición
Tom Peloso
Composición
Joe Plummer
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Clay Jones
Ingeniería de grabación
Dennis Herring
Producción
Joe Zook
Ingeniería de mezcla
Tom Queyja
Ingeniería adicional
Kyle "Slick" Johnson
Ingeniería adicional
Reto Peter
Ingeniería adicional
Howie Weinberg
Masterización
Rob Cooper
Asistente de ingeniería
Letra
[Verse 1]
While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ear's door
But you were always out
Looking toward the future
We were beggin' for the past, well
We know we had the good things but
Those never seem to last
Oh, please just last
[Verse 2]
Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed
Well, we all just caught lookin' at
Somebody else's page
Well, nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water but
We used them like a dam, uh huh
[Verse 3]
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I'll laugh all the way to hell
Saying yes, this is a fine promotion
Oh, and I'll laugh all the way to hell
[Verse 4]
Of course everyone goes crazy over
Such and such and such
We made ourselves a pillar
We just used it as a crutch
We were certainly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well, we didn't need the water
But we just built that good God dam
[Verse 5]
Oh, and I know this of myself
I assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We've listened more to life's end gong than
The sound of life's sweet bells
[Verse 6]
Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well, we knew we'd missed the boat
And we'd already missed the plane
We didn't read the invite
We just danced at our own wake
All our favorites were a-playin'
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
[Verse 7]
Tiny curtains opened and we heard
The tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke
And get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sittin', driftin' 'round in bubbles
And thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out
That we had truly missed the boat
[Verse 8]
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
Without the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves
Written by: Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Joe Plummer, Johnny Marr, Tom Peloso