Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Shabaka
Shabaka
Flûte
billy woods
billy woods
Chant
Jason Moran
Jason Moran
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jason Moran
Jason Moran
Composition
Shabaka Hutchings
Shabaka Hutchings
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Shabaka
Shabaka
Production
Maureen Sickler
Maureen Sickler
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dilip Harris
Dilip Harris
Ingénierie de mixage
Guy Davies
Guy Davies
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Been fifteen years since the decision
I don't think about it much, never regretted it once
But maybe that's the privilege I'm living in
Don't talk often, but still in touch
Could be a random call or texts that flood in a bunch
Subject matter is limited by necessity
Twenty years is a long time, too long for second-guessing
No asking those unanswered questions
We used to wake up, eat dinner, and go to sleep after breakfast
Watch you strip the bed
Sun rising on the skyline that hit right in the solar plexus
Silhouetted, big windows, twenty-second floor
God only knows what the rent is, nine-eleven
'06, '07, ball from the drunk file
And recently we had tension, but that night, the mood was pensive
Like I said, we don't reminisce
Already paid our dues and I'm a spendthrift
Sometimes it's been six months, sometimes years
But it's love there, lives shared, an odd friendship
I don't know why I waited to tell her in person
I don't know why
Sometimes I wish we were the people we were then
She was surprised
I showed her pictures, she smiled
Said the oldest got my eyes before he sounded different
We toasted
She sent a present at Christmas with a note
I put the box under the tree, the card in my coat
After everyone was 'sleep, I read it on the back porch while I smoked
Written by: Jason Moran, Shabaka Hutchings
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