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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Edwin White
Percussion
Tom Dziekonski
Violin
James Keogh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Keogh
Songwriter
Edwin White
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tobijah Rogers
Assistant Engineer
Edwin White
Co-Producer
Ryan Hadlock
Producer
Taylor Carroll
Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
John O'Mahony
Mixing Engineer
गाने
I love you in the morning, when the blood runs to your cheeks
Babe, you were the first thing and the last thing that I'd see
I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart
I couldn't get no sparks
Ask me to go faster, put my foot down to the floor
Standing at the edge, I feel like I've been here before
I loved you in the darkness and I loved you in fluorescent light
If it don't feel right, babe
You can run and hide, babe
Like a bird you can take flight
If I've been holding on too tight
If I've been holding on
Your mother always told us we should go out to the dance
You can't get struck by lightning if you're not standing in the rain
Take it as the truth or you can take it with a grain of salt
If it don't work out
You were in the shower, we were talking through the glass
Packing up your suitcase, you were humming to yourself
One day you were smiling, I could tell by how you sounded on the phone
You said "I'm coming home, babe"
I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe
I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe
I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe
I'm thinking 'bout coming home
I'm thinking 'bout coming home
I'm thinking 'bout coming home
Writer(s): James Keogh
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