Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Criticals
Interprète
Jonathan Gilmore
Synthétiseur
Freddy Williams
Claviers
Parker Forbes
Batterie
Cole Shugart
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jonathan Gilmore
Composition
Parker Forbes
Paroles/Composition
Cole Shugart
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jonathan Gilmore
Production
Freddy Williams
Ingénierie de prise de son
James Grant
Ingénierie de prise de son
Mike Crossey
Ingénierie de mixage
Stephen Sesso
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Robin Schmidt
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Give me life
Give me air
Give me anything
Like a pair of dice over the dashboard to make me remember you
Because I would die
Every night
If it meant you'd possibly want me
Chattanooga rings deafeningly, but we'll soldier through
You're across the table
I'm still unable to cut through all this noise
Holy goddamn, we're adoringly drunk together
I don't understand why you're keeping me on your tether
Slow hands on a power trip
And I'm staring dead pan through the sight of your beretta
Shoot me down with your carnal knowledge
Give me life
Give me air
Give me everything
It made me so tickled when you barged through your roommates door
You said
"What the hell do you mean you don't like the Arctic Monkeys?"
We blared Potion Approaching back from the liquor store
I feel unstable
I'm still unable to cut through all this noise
Holy goddamn, we're adoringly drunk together
I don't understand why you're keeping me on your tether
Slow hands on a power trip
And I'm staring dead pan through the sight of your beretta
Shoot me down with your carnal knowledge
Oh, holy goddamn, we're adoringly drunk together
I don't understand why you're keeping me on your tether
Slow hands on a power trip
And I'm staring dead pan through the sight of your beretta
Shoot me down
Oh, shoot me down
Written by: Cole Shugart, Jonathan Gilmore, Parker Forbes