Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
William Prince
Voix principales
Dave Cobb
Guitare acoustique
Chris Powell
Batterie
Adam Gardner
Claviers
Kristen Rogers
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
William Prince
Paroles/Composition
Scott Nolan
Paroles/Composition
Adam Gardner
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
William Prince
Production
Dave Cobb
Production
Brandon Bell
Ingénierie de mixage
Pete Lyman
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
You can sit by the ocean but that won't make you into a shell
Be the first there on Sunday that don't mean one day heaven's there
Faith without action is just spinning no traction - what the hell?
Like a life with no dream is just wakin' and sleepin' 'til you're dead
And we're all just old souls
First, you crawl then you walk
Walk then you run
Crash into things now and then
All too close to the sun
Generation numb
Burning the tips of our wings
And we're all just old souls
You can live for the moment
Or dwell for atonement in disguise
Author your fate or
Lay down and don't even try
But direction and hunger
Will one day uncover and align
Purpose and meaning
Restitution and healing for your time
And we're all just old souls
First you crawl then you walk
Walk then you run
Crash into things now and then
All too close to the sun
Generation numb
Burning the tips of our wings
And we're all just old souls
First you crawl then you walk
Walk then you run
Crash into things now and then
All too close to the sun
Generation numb
Burning the tips of our wings
It's just the push and the pull
The yell and the whisper
Hallucination of time
The concept of distance
And some old souls
In between the old souls
We're all just old souls
Old souls
Writer(s): William Henry George Prince, Scott Walter Nolan
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