Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Emily Reid
Chant
Kyle Shearer
Programmation
Cameron Jaymes
Chœurs
Jared Kneale
Batterie
Rachel Loy
Basse
Derek Wells
Guitare
Ian Fitchuk
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Emily Reid
Composition
Ian Fitchuk
Composition
Melissa Peirce
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Emily Reid
Production
Kyle Shearer
Production
Cameron Jaymes
Production
Dave Clauss
Ingénierie de mixage
Adam Ayan
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Don't you wanna hold my hand?
Don't you wanna walk me home?
Wanna know I'm sleeping safe
In a bed that we both made
Instead of me here on my own?
Don't you wanna take me out?
Spin me 'round again and again?
Finally get some peace of mind
And know that all these guys
Are really all just friends?
Three thousand miles never seemed so far
We talk on the phone but can't feel your heart
Wanna pack all my shit and get in my car
I don't need everything, I just wanna be a queen
Living with my California king
Don't you wanna get messed up?
Stay out way too late?
Spend all next day hangin' out
Drinkin' coffee on the couch?
'Cause we got the time to waste, hmm
Three thousand miles never seemed so far
We talk on the phone but can't feel your heart
Wanna pack all my shit and get in my car
I don't need everything, I just wanna be a queen
Living with my California king, king
I'll book a flight overnight for just the weekend
Straight to you and you to me, all I wanna do is
Have you here in my arms, close the distance
Don't you wanna find a house?
Eat take out on the floor?
Sleep in Saturday and do whatever the hell we want to
And make out 'til we're bored? Hmm
Three thousand miles never seemed so far
We talk on the phone but can't feel your heart
Wanna pack all my shit and get in my car
I don't need everything, I just wanna be a queen
Living with my California king
Living with my California king
Writer(s): Melissa Peirce, Ian Fitchuk, Emily Reid
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com