Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Matt Tuck
Guitare rythmique
Michael Thomas
Batterie
Jay James
Basse
Michael Paget
Guitare principale
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matt Tuck
Paroles
Michael Thomas
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Don Gilmore
Production
Mark Kiczula
Ingénierie
Ginge Martin
Ingénierie
Jeff Rose
Ingénierie
Tom Manning
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Simon Jones
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Darren Jones
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Kevin Bosley
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Keith Armstrong
Assistance d’ingénierie
Nik Karpen
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brad Townsend
Ingénieries complémentaires
Andrew Schubert
Ingénieries complémentaires
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don't mean nothing
I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell
But, guess what, honey? You ain't no angel
You like to scream, use words as a weapon
Well, go ahead, take your best shot, woman
I wanna leave you, it's easy to see
But, guess what, honey? It's not that easy
We get so complicated (complicated!)
This finger's for our memories
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say, so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
(Memories, ah-ah)
I wanna run and escape from your prison
But when I leave, I feel something is missing (ah-ah-ah...)
I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell
This can't be Heaven, it feels like I'm in Hell
You're like the drug that I can't stop taking
I want more and I can't stop craving (ah-ah-ah...)
I still want you, it's easy to see
But, guess what, honey? You're not that good for me
We get so complicated (complicated!)
This finger's for our memories
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say, so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
Just bittersweet memories
We get so complicated (complicated!)
This finger's for our memories
We get so complicated (complicated, complicated)
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say, so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
There's nothing left to say
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
There's nothing left to say
Writer(s): Michael Thomas, Jason James, Don Gilmore, Matthew Tuck, Michael Paget
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