Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Brad Smith
Guitare
Ollie Martin
Basse
Jack Preston
Chant
Lucas Tams
Batterie
Archie Jones
Synthétiseur
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brad Smith
Paroles/Composition
Ollie Martin
Paroles/Composition
Jack Preston
Paroles/Composition
Lucas Tams
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Borja Regueira
Production
Gareth Allatt
Co‑production
Pete Maher
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
There you lay, sleeping on the floor
You didn't wanna wear them Dead Stilettos anymore
In the dark you wear green
You had a stutter but I dunno what you mean
Sugar on the floor the ceiling and the roof
You shot me down but you're not bulletproof
Who would have thought, you throw stones
You live in a glass house all alone
Dead Stilettos, you're on your own
Dead Stilettos you're all on your own
Dead Stilettos, you're on your own
Dead Stilettos leave me alone
Later on, falling down the street
Blood shot eyes and nothing on your feet
Look at the time, looking at her
Hole in her jacket from a cigarette burn
Seven days this happens for five
Too much time, feeling too alive
Black jacket now, it used to be beige
How long now till you start acting your age
Dead Stilettos, you're on your own
Dead Stilettos you're all on your own
Dead Stilettos, you're on your own
Dead Stilettos you're all on your own
Up to nothing still emptied the bank
Can't remember drawing a blank
Sitting pretty seatbelt on your neck
Getting dizzy but it's your last stop
Running fast you've shattered glass
Stuck now, can't go back to the past
Same old story, we've heard it all before
Leave it with the other before you lock the door
Dead Stilettos, you're on your own
Dead Stilettos you're all on your own
Dead Stilettos, you're on your own
Dead Stilettos leave me alone
Dead Stilettos, you're on your own
Dead Stilettos you're all on your own
Dead Stilettos, you're on your own
Dead Stilettos you're all on your own
Written by: Brad Smith, Jack Preston, Lucas Tams, Ollie Martin