Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Eleanor Macchi Barber
Violoncelle
Erika Cunningham
Chœurs
Jordan Cunningham
Guitare
Isabel Dammann
Violon
Sean Lane
Batterie
Nate Sharp
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Eleanor Macchi Barber
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jordan Cunningham
Production
Paroles
Scrub
When I've tracked in the mud
And it's gathered in the corners of my head
Sweep
When I'm racking my brain
To remember what it was you said
Fold
When I've got time to attend
All the clothes piled on my bed
Dust
When I told you I'd show up
But mistakenly I went somewhere instead
And yes I live in quite a mess
Day in day out just trying my best
To me it feels more like a nest
I'm just a girl at home, at rest
I'm just a girl at rest
Soak
When my feet rest by the fire
And I'm tucked into the arms of my lover
Dry
When I've lost sense of time
And I'm not rushing from one thing to another
And yes I live in quite a mess
Day in day out just trying my best
To me it feels more like a nest
I'm just a girl at home, at rest
I'm just a girl at home, at rest
I'm just a girl at rest
Written by: Eleanor Macchi Barber

