Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Andrew Maxwell Goldstein
Andrew Maxwell Goldstein
Guitare
Paul Klein
Paul Klein
Chant
John Ryan
John Ryan
Programmation
Jake Goss
Jake Goss
Batterie
Les Priest
Les Priest
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Maxwell Goldstein
Andrew Maxwell Goldstein
Paroles/Composition
Paul Klein
Paul Klein
Paroles/Composition
Ian Pollack
Ian Pollack
Paroles/Composition
John Ryan
John Ryan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
LANY
LANY
Production
Andrew Maxwell Goldstein
Andrew Maxwell Goldstein
Production
Paul Klein
Paul Klein
Ingénierie de mixage
Eric Eylands
Eric Eylands
Ingénierie
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Ingénierie de mastérisation
John Ryan
John Ryan
Production

Paroles

City lights looking like ice underneath the stars Beautiful, but I'd rather be right here where we are Go and tell your friends, we're running late again What you think? Pour another drink and call off the car I could spend a thousand nights right here inside this room Swear the only one I want is you And it doesn't matter what we do We could have nothing at all And it'd still feel like nothing's missing Now we're moving like we're on the moon Dom Pérignon drip on our shoes We could fly around the world But we always end up Dancing in the kitchen Dancing in the kitchen I don't mind if this whole town goes up in flames As long as I got you with me, I'ma be okay Slide across the floor, I'm forever yours, yeah What you think? Pour another drink, put it on repeat I could spend a thousand nights right here inside this room Swear the only one I want is you And it doesn't matter what we do We could have nothing at all And it'd still feel like nothing's missing Now we're moving like we're on the moon Dom Pérignon drip on our shoes We could fly around the world But we always end up Dancing in the kitchen Dancing in the kitchen (dancing in the kitchen) Dancing in the kitchen (dancing in the kitchen) Dancing in the kitchen (dancing in the kitchen) I could spend a thousand nights right here inside this room Tell me, baby, if you feel the same way that I do Swear the only one I want is you And it doesn't matter what we do We could have nothing at all And it'd still feel like nothing's missing Now we're moving like we're on the moon Dom Pérignon drip on our shoes We could fly around the world But we always end up Dancing in the kitchen Dancing in the kitchen (dancing in the kitchen) Dancing in the kitchen (dancing in the kitchen) Dancing in the kitchen (dancing in the kitchen)
Writer(s): Andrew Goldstein, John Ryan, Paul Klein, Ian Pollack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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