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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Gavin Glass
Gavin Glass
Piano
David Kennan
David Kennan
Voix principales
Graham Hopkins
Graham Hopkins
Batterie
Gar Kane
Gar Kane
Basse
Harry Hoban
Harry Hoban
Claviers
Gareth Quinn Redmond
Gareth Quinn Redmond
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
David Keenan
David Keenan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Gavin Glass
Gavin Glass
Production

Paroles

I'm just like my mother, she sighed Only she hides it better I see colors in words I'll draw pictures for ya Come hear me speak about my longings All my goodness, all my cruelty When was the last time I cried? Truth be told, I can't remember There was once a man who loved me He was older, he left a scar And a book about an angel Who made her way back home to God I still think about him sometimes Running my finger up its spine May he fall into a well He left me old before my time So I'm writing this here song Out on a sick bag just for you In the hopes that in the process I might conjure up a few scenarios Filled with old ghosts who Wander and dress in your clothes Come over here you fucked up muse Read me Sassoon Out of your head on altar wine Out of your head on altar wine She paused for air, she bit her lip Picked the candle, struck the match The smoke, the flame, the glow The Persian curtains start to dance Fix your eyes upon this mirror Let me grab my spirit level Swear you'll keep me safe forever Tell the truth and shame the devil So I'm writing this here song Out on a sick bag just for you In the hopes that in the process I might conjure up a few scenarios Filled with old ghosts who Wander and dress in your clothes Come over here you fucked up muse Read me Sassoon Out of your head on altar wine Out of your head on altar wine Out of your head on altar wine Out of your head on altar wine
Writer(s): David Keenan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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