Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Ben Trexel
Guitare
Autumn Yatabe
Chant
Daniel Coyle
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ben Trexel
Paroles/Composition
Autumn Yatabe
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ben Trexel
Production
Evren Göknar
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Daniel Coyle
Production
Paroles
Heavy as sleep you rest on my mind
Staring into the sun until you go blind
Our fates are not intertwined, our stars are not aligned
Straight to a patch of blue in your suckerhole mind
Your kiss on my mouth makes a song, the crowd says we sing it
Thin air free of concrete facts
Created by mental acrobats
You won't get far dancing on the end of a string
Zen in the bottom of a bottle
Make a peace with my own mind
Blatant escape in the middle of that riot
Leave it on the steps, close the door, shut the blinds
Take a little time, take a little time, take a little time
A mist settles on the choir, they breathe in together
Holding the same air with the same note
A break in the action allows the sound to linger
What'll you buy when the money's gone
Who'll read what you wrote?
Zen in the bottom of a bottle
Make a peace with my own mind
Blatant escape in the middle of that riot
Leave it on the steps, close the door, shut the blinds
Take a little time, take a little time, take a little time
You'll get used to it
You'll get used to it
Zen in the bottom of a bottle
Make a peace with my own mind
Blatant escape in the middle of that riot
Leave it on the steps, close the door, shut the blinds
Take a little time, take a little time, take a little time
Writer(s): Autumn Yatabe
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