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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Kristan Dawson
Kristan Dawson
Guitare principale
Adam Jackson
Adam Jackson
Batterie
Daniel Winter-Bates
Daniel Winter-Bates
Chant
Davyd Winter-Bates
Davyd Winter-Bates
Basse
Ed Hartwell
Ed Hartwell
Guitare rythmique
Tom Prendergast
Tom Prendergast
Claviers
Dan Weller
Dan Weller
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kristan Dawson
Kristan Dawson
Paroles/Composition
Adam Jackson
Adam Jackson
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Winter-Bates
Daniel Winter-Bates
Paroles/Composition
Davyd Winter-Bates
Davyd Winter-Bates
Paroles/Composition
Ed Hartwell
Ed Hartwell
Paroles/Composition
Tom Prendergast
Tom Prendergast
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Weller
Daniel Weller
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ellis 'The Power' Powell-Bevan
Ellis 'The Power' Powell-Bevan
Ingénierie de prise de son
Georgia Fullalove
Georgia Fullalove
Production complémentaire
Joseph McQueen
Joseph McQueen
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Dan Weller
Dan Weller
Production

Paroles

Between the lines, I disintegrate Nothing left to rediscover No one left to be the other It seems we're born to suffer Same old story! I'm sick and tired of waiting on my time to run out These moments, they're echoes and I really need you now I hear you, I know it, I just don't want it to be true Its fate forsaken, but I'll search for you Our lives upon unstable sands This chance to reach beyond the mortal hand Our lives upon unstable sands Hours pass in moments Humanity moves on Time keeps slipping away Instead of the life we chose, we're keeping storms at bay Blank slate, turn the page, defenses decay Remains of the same old story Same old story To watch a soul depart, a flood of memories pass I'll let you go, your legacy will last I start to feel a greater sense of meaning All we have been through has happened for a reason Time keeps slipping away Instead of the life we chose, we're keeping storms at bay Blank slate, turn the page, defenses decay Remains of the same old story It's the same old story We're standing on oblivion To become the shadow, cut the light within We're standing on oblivion To become the shadow, cut the light within Cut the light within A silent empty space, all that remains in me now If you hear my voice, I hope I've made you proud If the lines we trace are meant to leave us without I will embrace the end I'll have to A silent empty space, all that remains in me now If you hear my voice, I hope I've made you proud If the lines we trace are meant to leave us without I will embrace the end I'll have to now You left an empty space, all of this pain and doubt And if you hear my voice, I hope I've made you proud If the lines we trace are meant to leave us without I will embrace the end I'll have to now I hope I made you proud (I hope I made you proud) I feel you, I feel you I feel you, I feel you I feel you, I feel you I feel you, I feel you I feel you I feel you, I feel you I feel you, I feel you I feel you, I feel you I feel you, I feel you
Writer(s): Adam Jackson, Daniel Winter Bates, David Winter Bates, Kristan Dawson, Daniel Weller, Tom Prendergast, Ed Hartwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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