Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Andre Antunes
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sallay-Matu Garnett
Paroles/Composition
Ruairi Lynch
Paroles/Composition
Joe Furlong
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Emma Garnett
Production
Sam Killeen
Production
Diolmhain Roche
Production
Eric Lau
Ingénierie de mixage
Tony Cousins
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
April Brave, soft cityscape
I knew you there
I knew you there
Blue Line of a Red State
I felt you there
I felt you there
Burning such a glorious fire
Lighting up my day
Lighting up my night
Timeline colliding
It felt so right
It felt so right
Longing for your skin
Longing from the skin I'm living in
My surface tension building
Spill me like that DMT
Call it what you will
Call it what it is
Don't call it
If we stretch the pulse too thin
We might lose the rhythm
April Brave, you hideaway
But I know where
Oh I know where
Sweet Soro was our charm
Singing in your arms
Singing in your arms
Burning such a glorious fire
Lighting up my day
Lighting up my night
Timeline colliding (Collide, collide)
It felt so right
It felt so right
Longing for your skin
Longing from the skin I'm living in
My surface tension building
Spill me like that DMT
Call it what you will
Call it what it is
Don't call it
If we stretch the pulse too thin
We might lose the rhythm
When we love it's like holy water
We on that twin flame bodies just borders
When we laugh it's like you're my mirror
See myself so clear when I'm with ya
Was it today we died at the thought of
Maybe yesterday I can't be sure
Hold me closer the future surrounds us
Hold me closer now baby go harder
When we love it's like holy water
We on that twin flame bodies just borders
When we laugh it's like you're my mirror
See myself so clear when I'm with ya
Was it today we died at the thought of
Maybe yesterday I can't be sure
Hold me closer the future surrounds us
Hold me closer now baby go harder
Longing for your skin
Longing from the skin I'm living in (Spinning me like that, ah)
My surface tension building
Spill me like that DMT
Call it what you will
Call it what it is (You just spill me like that)
Don't call it
If we stretch the pulse too thin
(Like that)
We might lose the rhythm
Writer(s): Sallay-matu Garnett, Joseph Michael Furlong, Ruairi Anthony Lynch
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