म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Touché Amoré
Touché Amoré
Performer
Jeremy Bolm
Jeremy Bolm
Vocals
Nick Steinhardt
Nick Steinhardt
Pedal Steel Guitar
Clayton Stevens
Clayton Stevens
Acoustic Guitar
Elliot Babin
Elliot Babin
Drums
Tyler Kirby
Tyler Kirby
Bass
Andy Hull
Andy Hull
Vocals
Jason Schimmel
Jason Schimmel
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Bolm
Jeremy Bolm
Composer
Nick Steinhardt
Nick Steinhardt
Composer
Clayton Stevens
Clayton Stevens
Composer
Elliot Babin
Elliot Babin
Composer
Tyler Kirby
Tyler Kirby
Composer
Andy Hull
Andy Hull
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Producer
Steve Evetts
Steve Evetts
Mixing Engineer
Mike Balboa
Mike Balboa
Recording Engineer
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer
Robert McDowell
Robert McDowell
Recording Engineer

गाने

[Verse 1]
We sway like brittle branches
One gust and to earth we come
I'm grinning because I know
I'm grinning just because
Taking orders never suited me
Saying no just for the thrill
But tonight we're moving slowly
While the calvary moves in for the kill
Moves in for the kill
Moves in for the kill
[Verse 2]
I'm tired AND I'm sore
(Sore, sore, sore, sore)
I'm not so young anymore
(Anymore, anymore)
Worn down, but I imagine
(Sore, sore, sore, sore)
This uniform stays in fashion
[Verse 3]
We've poured ourselves in these sweet white dying dogs
Some nights, not kissing
Some nights, just because
If we hear a crash
We can only EXPECT the worst
But tonight, we're moving fast
While the party resumes the search
Resumes the search
Resumes the search
[Verse 4]
I'm tired AND I'm sore
(Sore, sore, sore, sore)
I'm not so proud anymore
(Anymore, anymore)
Worn DOWN, but I've decided
(Sore, sore, sore, sore)
It's open casket, you're all invited
[Verse 5]
My head in your lap from the wandering blackout
The touch of your hand, you're the last one to back out
There's nothing to argue, there's only a title
The worst's yet to come, well, the worst's not invited
[Verse 6]
I make separate fists while I swallowed the pride
I am haunting an old roll of telephone wires
It's not how it was but it's not getting lighter
The weight's immaculate, depth is inspired
[Verse 7]
It's let in (So let's embrace the twilight)
Eyes tired (While burning out the limelight)
I hold waste (So let's embrace the twilight)
Stop fires (While burning out the limelight)
I want hope (So let's embrace the twilight)
Faith higher (While burning out the limelight)
I'M Lost now (So let's embrace the twilight)
Loss tires (While burning out the limelight)
Written by: Andy Hull, Clayton Stevens, Elliot Babin, Jeremy Bolm, John Hull, Nicholas Steinhardt, Nick Steinhardt, Paul Babin, Tyler Kirby
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