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INTERPRÉTATION
John Rossiter
Guitare électrique
Felix Walworth
Batterie
Shahzad Ismaily
Percussion
Doug Wieselman
Clarinette
Stuart Bogie
Saxophone ténor
Sarah Beth Tomberlin
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sarah Beth Tomberlin
Paroles/Composition
Doug Wieselman
Arrangement des bois
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Philip Weinrobe
Ingénierie de mixage
Josh Bonati
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Sarah Beth Tomberlin
Production
Paroles
I'm not tired, I'm just wired for a late nights stayin' up
Talkin' 'til the sun gets stuck
Back up in the sky
Remindin' me I'm still alive
I'd been lookin' for hope in a song
Or a run or a deep breath a punch or a two-step
Beat, that could carry me
Away from absurdity
You'd been smokin' lots and livin' in your head
'Cause at least you'd know where you last left it
I'm left waitin' for you to wake up
But you're still dreamin' of your next cup
But it's never quite enough
You pour it out, but nothin' will come
From an ever flowin' cup
When you're too fucked to fill it back up
Left you alone, or I did my best
Not to water a garden that didn't want to live
There were signs of life, but it wasn't my land
And I had my own to tend, and I'd forgotten it
Well I played it back in my head, again and again
Not to do any harm, just to try and understand
Couldn't find a path, that made much sense
Just some half-finished thoughts and a couple new plants
I went lookin' for myself by myself
And it wasn't close to easy, but it sure did help
And my heart kept keepin' time
Wonderin' where you were and what was on your mind
But it's never quite enough
I can think it and write it, but it's hard speakin' up
I don't mind the sweet and wasted time
The taste of your lips and your smirk when you lie
But I try, not to get in the way
And I try, so hard I evaporate
A year passes and some seeds take root
Your garden is growin' and mine's growin' too
And the work's not always fun (work's not always fun)
But it's better than starin' at the weeds and the mud
We left behind some pain
To get to the magic thing
Writer(s): Sarah Beth Tomberlin
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