Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jed Davis
Lead Vocals
Anton Fig
Drums
Itaiguara Brandao
Bass Guitar
Vitaliy Tkachuk
Acoustic Guitar
Mike Fonte
Electric Guitar
Michael Bassett
Electric Guitar
Gabriele Balsamo
Marimba
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jed Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jed Davis
Producer
John Delehanty
Recording Engineer
Rich Libutti
Recording Engineer
Martin Merenyi
Mixing Engineer
Christian Wright
Mastering Engineer
Lirik
There will come a time
When I will sing this song for the last time
I had good things to say
So I called my friends and no one was home
And there will come a time
When I'll have good things to say for the last time
I hope that time is not this time
But what if it is?
I scream in mute euphoria
I shine in blind euphoria
I wave to you and go away
I run in dark paralysis
There will come a time
When I will think of you for the last time
I had some things to say
So I called my friends and no one was home
And there will come a time
When I will think of you for the last time
I know that time is not this time
But God, I wish it was.
I scream in mute euphoria
I shine in blind euphoria
I wave to you and go away
I run in dark paralysis
This shit shouldn't happen by telephone
And it shouldn't happen when you're in your house alone
It was a one minute to midnight Cuban missile crisis
Man, I played it wrong
But you had to call me up and call me on it
Now you're finally in a song
Just an inch from my hand, on the table sits
A little telephone receiver, see how it fits
Into its cradle on the table, but it lifts out so easily
I could pick it up and dial it
And fix everything that's wrong with me
I will I won't I will I won't I will I won't I will I won't
All the lights are off, but I know it's there
It's nasty, black and shiny, greasy, flat and square
Just an inch from my fingers, stretching, lonely fingers
Reaching down and down
With a click, a tone, a ring, a ring, a click, I could be
Right back in your town
But this shit shouldn't happen by telephone
And it shouldn't happen when you're in your house alone
It was a one minute to midnight Cuban missile crisis
Man, I played it wrong
But you had to call me up and call me on it
Now you're finally in a song
I will I won't I will I won't I will I won't I will I won't
There will come a time
When I will sing this song for the last time
I had something to say
So I called you up, but no one was home
And there will come a time
When I will call you up for the last time
I wish that time was not this time
But man, I think it was.
I scream in mute euphoria
I shine in blind euphoria
I wave to you and go away
I run in dark paralysis
I wave to you and go away
I wave to you and go away
I wave to you and go away
I wave to you and go away.
Written by: Jed Davis

