Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Jeremiah Freed
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Joe Smith
Composition
Jake Roche
Composition
Nick Goodale
Composition
Matt Cosby
Composition
Kerry Ryan
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Beau Hill
Production
Michael Barbiero
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Scielzi
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
John Wyman
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tony Gillis
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
I trace the lines that run down your face
Pouring you in, into disgrace
I'll sit back as you leave like this
I get pulled into things I miss
No rest for the weary
No sleep for the tired and the distressed
I guess, there's too much doubt
And there's too much hate
There's so much, I can't wait
And I'll wait, I'm still in love like this
And I guess, it's impossible to miss
Like the back of my neck, I'm feelin' the strain
Of living without, inside of hate
I am here trying to explain
It's been so long I can't complain
About the things you said you'd hate
I don't prefer it, I can't wait
No rest for the weary
No sleep for the tired and the distressed
I guess, there's too much doubt
And there's too much hate
There's so much, I can't wait
And I'll wait, I'm still in love like this
And I guess, it's impossible to miss
Like the back of my neck, I'm feelin' the strain
Of living without, inside of hate
No rest for the weary
No sleep for the tired and the distressed
I guess, there's too much doubt
And there's nothing to hear
There's nothing 'bout your faith
Will you wait for me?
Or will you call my name?
Like the back of my neck, I'm feelin' the strain
Of living without, inside of hate
Will you wait for me?
Or will you call my name?
Will you wait for me?
Writer(s): Smith Roche Goodale, Cosby Ryan
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