Concerts à venir de Tropico Blvd
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Daniel Gailey
Basse
Audrey Short
Chant
Adam Mann
Batterie
Mark Mayea
Claviers
Miguel Radhamez Marmol-Lantigua
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Daniel Gailey
Paroles/Composition
Audrey Short
Paroles/Composition
Adam Mann
Paroles/Composition
Mark Mayea
Paroles/Composition
Miguel Radhamez Marmol-Lantigua
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tropico Blvd
Production
Miguel Radhamez Marmol-Lantigua
Production
Elsewhere Productions
Production
Billy Beck
Ingénierie de prise de son
Drew Cyphers
Ingénierie de mixage
Jason Hobert
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
If you don't mind
Then come in close
Take one last breath
Before the air makes you choke again
And it's ugly, simple, beautiful
Cause in your eyes are dials with diodes
Beaming light way out past the line
Ooh in my mind
Ooh that certain kind
Doesn't shine like it used to
But you know we're getting used too
It's the bitter end
Last open door
Left at the station
Wild things they play
They love their creations
So many faces without any patience
Come on and run with me
It's a mistake to not try and chase it
Dazed and confused from your life and its placement
Sell you a song but what we'll play is sacred
If smoke lets you breathe
You shouldn't waste it
So many things get lost in translation
Riding the rails with no destination
We carry the weight of our limitations
Come jump the fence with me
Stayed up all night
Thinking it over
Lead my new friends
Though a field full of clovers
Hours felt like days but we're still getting closer
If smoke lets you breathe
Just be a smoker
Maybe you need a new indication
Follow the sky
Instead of the pavement
You don't have to wait for my invitation
Stare at the sun with me
Slaving away your body's abused just
Give it a break and dance to the music
Don't be afraid
Resisting is useless
If smoke helps you see
It's an illusion
Writer(s): Daniel Gailey
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