Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Dispatch
Dispatch
Interprète
Bradley Corrigan
Bradley Corrigan
Batterie
Chadwick Stokes
Chadwick Stokes
Voix principales
Matthew Embree
Matthew Embree
Guitare basse
Mike Sawitzke
Mike Sawitzke
Trompette
Jon Reilly
Jon Reilly
Batterie
Zack Brines
Zack Brines
Piano
Van Gordon Martin
Van Gordon Martin
Guitare électrique
Reinaldo DeJesus
Reinaldo DeJesus
Batterie
Rashawn Ross
Rashawn Ross
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Charles Stokes Urmston
Charles Stokes Urmston
Paroles/Composition
Bradley Corrigan
Bradley Corrigan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dispatch
Dispatch
Production
Craig Welsch
Craig Welsch
Ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Neil B. Young
Neil B. Young
Ingénierie de mixage
Jimmy Hill
Jimmy Hill
Ingénieries complémentaires

Paroles

[Verse 1]
He knows no right who rolls that die for the one and only grail
Down in front he yelled to the one who forgot that she had to fail
And with a stack of lies he put aside to sign at a later date
Semper fi he said to I, and proceeded to take his place
[Verse 2]
Oh, my mind was cauterized, at least the bleeding done
With eyes the colour of knives, he rolled up on the prodigal son
Said ma ma ma ma he stole your right, he should pay for what he done
She stood up quick as straight as a candle wick, said, "When you gonna learn, son?"
[PreChorus]
I know the world you see here, it's like poison
You got pitfalls all along the way
Don't be rash and ask the right questions
Oh, think it out, oh, think it out
[Chorus]
Was the night young? Yes sir
So young, so young
Was the night young? Yes sir
So young, so young
[Verse 3]
One more life, stories high, 11 the cat she needs
To have time to slow the air down below her belly breathes
She says to her keeper, "Don't take me higher If you please"
Little does he know, the height gives time and time gives her another reprieve
[PreChorus]
Who's to know the furl and flow of endings?
Why do they always have to feel the same?
But slowly and surely there is a mending
Soon she be laughing now, oh, she laughing now
[Chorus]
Was the night young? Yes sir
So young, so young
Was the night young? Yes sir
So young, so young
[Instrumental]
Was the night young? Yes sir
So young, so young
Was the night young? Yes sir
So young, so young
Was the night young? Yes sir
So young, so young
Was the night young? Yes sir (Yes sir)
So young (So young)
So young
Written by: Bradley Corrigan, Charles Stokes Urmston
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