Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Anya Marina
Chant
Jeff Bond
Basse
Joe Plummer
Batterie
Greg Williams
Claviers
Cody Votalato
Guitare
Eric Earley
Guitare
Joe Cunningham
Cor
Sly Pig
Saxophone
Gus Baum
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Anya Marina
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Anya Marina
Production
Greg Williams
Ingénierie de mixage
Stephen Marussen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
I got something I can never tell
It's not evil but it's physical
Sometimes, it's like you are invisible
Invisible, invisible, invisible
I got something I can never tell
It's not evil but it's physical
Sometimes, it's like you are invisible
Invisible, invisible, invisible
I got something of the highest grade
It's not something I would ever trade
Sometimes, it's like we are invincible
Invisible, invisible, invisible
It's like the sound of a drone
Comin' through a telescope
Like desire, all alone
Creepin' through an open window
Oh, oh, oh
Inside the doorway in your quiet room
Outright doin' what you gotta do
Sometimes, it's like you are invisible
Invisible, invisible
Like when you were small in the ice
Playing with sticks and stones
Fuckin' around, didn't know
Fear from your little toe
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
(When you were small, in the ice)
Like when you were small in the ice
Playing with sticks and stones
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Written by: Anya Marina


