Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Alex Ali Dean
Alex Ali Dean
Basse
Adam Christianson
Adam Christianson
Guitare électrique
Will Harvey
Will Harvey
Violon
The Parallax Orchestra
The Parallax Orchestra
Cordes
Amélie Searle-Desbiens
Amélie Searle-Desbiens
Chœurs
Dan Searle-Desbiens
Dan Searle-Desbiens
Batterie
Josh Middleton
Josh Middleton
Guitare électrique
Sam Carter
Sam Carter
Chant
Tom Searle
Tom Searle
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Josh Middleton
Josh Middleton
Paroles/Composition
Alex Ali Dean
Alex Ali Dean
Paroles/Composition
Dan Searle-Desbiens
Dan Searle-Desbiens
Paroles/Composition
Sam Carter
Sam Carter
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Adam Getgood
Adam Getgood
Ingénierie de mixage
Ermin Hamidovic
Ermin Hamidovic
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Dan Searle-Desbiens
Dan Searle-Desbiens
Production
Josh Middleton
Josh Middleton
Production
Peter Miles
Peter Miles
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Maybe we'll never learn? The fire at the gates is our saving grace Remember we were born to burn There is a holy hell where we can save ourselves There is a holy hell where we can save ourselves We will be cast out of paradise It's a long ascent out of the black But we all have to sacrifice, hang the iconoclast And kiss the feet of the amnesiac 'Cause the moment is dead when I'm lost in the past Maybe we'll never learn? The fire at the gates is our saving grace Remember we were born to burn There is a holy hell where we can save ourselves But now the rivers are running red And the stars have been set ablaze I've been feeling the worst again Heavenly terrorist, have you been mourning over yesterday? Don't forget to break when the knife begins to twist Fuck this self-pity, it's not that hard to see We get one chance, these wounds will set me free There's poison on the key, it brings you to your knees But even the mountains erode in the rain A single spark can start a forest fire Light one match and burn down the empire There's gold buried in the blue, oh There's gold buried in the blue Holy Hell, I've got nothing left to lose And I can tell there's gold buried in the blue Maybe we'll never learn? The fire at the gates is our saving grace Remember we were born to burn There is a holy hell where we can save ourselves Holy Hell, I've got nothing left to lose And I can tell there's gold buried in the blue But even the mountains erode in the rain A single spark can start a forest fire Light one match and burn down the empire There's gold buried in the blue There's gold buried in the blue
Writer(s): Daniel Joseph Searle, Alex Anthony Dean, Joshua Middleton, Sam Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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