Crédits
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ryan Todd Garza
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ryan Todd Garza
Production
Caleb Parker
Ingénierie de mixage
Dale Becker
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
She'd take everything
Scrounge my secrets to keep
Locked in boxes and crates
But she cuffs me with the linens
Packs them all on board and sails away
I beckoned that blue sky
To be calm for her
She may have been mad
But maybe it's worse
That she's sailing through the ocean
Laughing to herself
Getting drunk on port and potions
Can't remember when she felt
That the days would make her older
Or the years would all run out
There's no talking with the preacher
Left her reason and she headed out
I've reasoned with street lights
To show me a sign
I write down my secrets
And I fill these empty bottles
Give the ocean my words
So she knows I'm in this city
Keeping to myself
Getting drunk on wine and whisky
Been a while since I felt
That the days have made me older
And my time is almost out
There's no talking with the keeper
Take my reason I'm headed out
Writer(s): Ryan Garza
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