Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Peter Morén
Peter Morén
Chant
Kyle Jeffrey Crane
Kyle Jeffrey Crane
Batterie
Tim Lefebvre
Tim Lefebvre
Basse
Jacob Mann
Jacob Mann
Claviers
Brian Green
Brian Green
Guitare
Zach Brock
Zach Brock
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kyle Jeffrey Crane
Kyle Jeffrey Crane
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kyle Jeffrey Crane
Kyle Jeffrey Crane
Production
Daniel Bengtson
Daniel Bengtson
Ingénierie
Chris Sorem
Chris Sorem
Ingénierie de mixage
Wayne Lorenz
Wayne Lorenz
Ingénierie

Paroles

Whatchya doing
Oh not much
Then come on the road with us
Hell ya, Can I shoot the band
You know I got this new lens
Sat on the stage and watched Neil Young
Think of you when I hear those songs
We stayed up all night for an early flight
Walked the blocks, caught the Chinatown bus
Soaked right through to our socks
Ya we barely made it on
In a blink we're gone
Reminiscing of our time on Commonwealth Ave
I would ring him
Oh the days of making me laugh
And If he were here standing in front of me with his Leica like a spile I'd smile
All summer long
Reno nine hundred and eleven
Let's take the train up north to Rockport
I still forget that I can't just call you up
You disappeared in a mourning fog
In a blink you were gone
My friend Jared listened until it went blank
I was living in Paris, glistened and strolling the bank
And If you were there standing in front of me with your Leica like a spile I'd smile
JC, we were eighteen down in Southie with our green hoodies
My friend Jared listened until it went blank
I was living in Paris glistened and strolling the bank
And if you were there standing in front of me with your Leica like a spile I'd smile
My friend Jared listened until it went blank
I was living in Paris glistened and strolling the bank
And if he were here standing in front of me with his Leica like a spile I'd smile
Written by: Kyle Jeffrey Crane
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