क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Honeyglaze
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anouska Sokolow
Composer
Yuri Shibuichi
Composer
Tim Curtis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Carey
Producer
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Air conditioned, Sunday scents
Filled with paint, wet cement
I think of all the childish things I've said
No I don't want to lay in bed
Getting lost inside my head
And think of all the childish things I've said
Oh but isn't it fine
When you leave it behind
I guess everyone's blind
I guess everyone's blind
Air conditioned, Sunday scents
Filled with paint, wet cement
I think of all the childish things I've said
No I don't want to lay in bed
Getting lost inside my head
And think of all the childish things I've said
Oh but isn't it fine
When you leave it behind
I guess everyone's blind
I guess everyone's blind
Air conditioned, Sunday scents
Filled with paint, wet cement
I think of all the childish things I've said
No I don't want to lay in bed
Getting lost inside my head
And think of all the childish things I've said
Oh but isn't it fine
When you leave it behind
I guess everyone's blind
I guess everyone's blind
Air conditioned, Sunday scents
Filled with paint, wet cement
I think of all the childish things I've said
No I don't want to lay in bed
Getting lost inside my head
And think of all the childish things I've said
Oh but isn't it fine
When you leave it behind
I guess everyone's blind
I guess everyone's blind
Air conditioned, Sunday scents
Filled with paint, wet cement
I think of all the childish things I've said
No I don't want to lay in bed
Getting lost inside my head
And think of all the childish things I've said
Oh but isn't it fine
When you leave it behind
I guess everyone's blind
I guess everyone's blind
Written by: Anouska Sokolow, Tim Curtis, Yuri Shibuichi
