Titres les plus populaires de The Flycatchers
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Brandon Aguilar
Basse
Isaac Stalling
Guitare électrique
Andrew Dolman
Batterie
Daniel Walker
Claviers
Ken Pomeroy
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Christopher Bo Jones
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Wes Sharon
Ingénierie de mixage
115 Recording Norman Oklahoma
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
Staring at the bottom of a bottle again
Lonely is a term I've come to defend
I've got friends but they can't hear me
Scream through this glass and I'm
Stuck in my mind on a carousel
Watching my life from an empty cell
Like a ten mile tank with fifty to go
I'm running out of gas for the end of the road
It's like I'm tied to a chair by an open door
I'm in the throes of fighting harder than
I ever have before
Losing this sleep keeps wearing me down
Fighting for air and I've already drown
It's someone calling out to me
And I'm lost in a moving crowd
Stuck in my mind on a carousel
Trying to find luck in a wishing well
Like a ten mile tank with fifty to go
I'm running out of gas for the end of the road
It's like I'm tied to a chair by an open door
I'm in the throes of fighting harder than
I ever have before
This ain't a call for help
I ain't breaking down
But sometimes I feel like burning down the town
You ain't innocent
Don't point a finger at me
Sanity ain't what you say
At least I'll admit to anxiety
Writer(s): Chris Jones
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