Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Finish Ticket
Interprète
Chris Arellano
Guitare
Michael Hoye
Basse
Gabe Stein
Batterie
Alex DiDonato
Guitare
Brendan Hoye
Claviers
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Pierre de Reeder
Ingénierie
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Aaron Hellam
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Thread by thread, I pull apart my shelter, push ahead
But when I find just what I'm looking for,
I'm gonna need a friend, an open door
To be naive, to let it pass me by, and to relieve
Myself of everything in front of me.
To neglect responsibility
I'm gonna call on somebody, in a cry or plea
Could be something discovered in reality
I couldn't tell ya, it hits us in different ways
I know we're young but I feel so old
Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
One by one we become undone
Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
Now we're here, but all we want to do is dissapear
And that thread that you were walking on
Has now withered in your years withdrawn
You're gonna call on somebody, in a cry or plea
Could be something discovered, in reality, well
I couldn't tell ya, it hits us in different ways
I know we're young but I feel so old
Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
One by one we become undone
Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
Oh, the days they pass me by
I sit still but I don't know why
And in the night, I'll rise
I'll never go, so I'll never know
I know we're young but I feel so old
Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
One by one we become undone
Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
Writer(s): Brendan John Hoye, Gabriel Ely Stein, Michael Dennis Hoye, Alexander Joseph Didonato
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