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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Ted Humphrey
Batterie
Brian Oblivion
Claviers
Gabriel Rodriguez
Chœurs
Hamilton Berry
Violoncelle
Arthur Moeller
Violon
Madeline Follin
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Madeline Follin
Paroles/Composition
Brian Oblivion
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Cults
Production
Shane Stoneback
Production
Ben H. Allen III
Production
Jason Kingsland
Ingénierie de prise de son
Sumner Jones
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brian Herman
Assistance d’ingénierie
Steve Fallone
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
No one really knows
Whose house you're haunting
Places that you go
Are a mystery to me
Every time you leave here
I'm keeping quiet
I guess that's all you want from me
'Cause if it's all spinning 'round at the ball
And if the world's feeling crowded and small
Maybe you can be the big star in tonight's show
But I should've took the high road
Now it's such a long way back
Instead I took the low road
Figured out it's something you can't take back
Should've took the high road
Now my days have all turned black
Instead I took the low road
Figured out it's something that we both lack
No one really knows
Just what you're wanting
Running 'round the bend
These things aren't for free
Thinking back at home
We're waiting on you
We've got our own places to be
But if it's all spinning 'round at the ball
And if the world's feeling crowded and small
Maybe you can be the big star in tonight's show
And if it's too late to pick up the call
And if you're torn up and sick of it all
Maybe you can only see far in the night's glow
But I should've took the high road
Now it's such a long way back
Instead I took the low road
Figured out it's something you can't take back
Should've took the high road
Now my days have all turned black
Instead I took the low road
Figured out it's something that we both lack
Written by: Brian Oblivion, Madeline Follin

