Video Musik

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack's Mannequin
Jack's Mannequin
Performer
Andrew McMahon
Andrew McMahon
Piano
Bobby Raw Anderson
Bobby Raw Anderson
Guitar
Chris Chaney
Chris Chaney
Bass
J. McMillan
J. McMillan
Drums
Tim Pierce
Tim Pierce
Guitar
Jamie Muhoberac
Jamie Muhoberac
Keyboards
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew McMahon
Andrew McMahon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew McMahon
Andrew McMahon
Producer
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Additional Engineer
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Additional Engineer
Jeff Hannan
Jeff Hannan
Additional Engineer
Spencer Guerra
Spencer Guerra
Additional Engineer
Jim Wirt
Jim Wirt
Additional Producer
Russ Waugh
Russ Waugh
Assistant Engineer
Steve Rea
Steve Rea
Assistant Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bobby Raw Anderson
Bobby Raw Anderson
Co-Producer
J. McMillan
J. McMillan
Co-Producer
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Engineer
Jim Scott
Jim Scott
Producer
Kevin Dean
Kevin Dean
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Nigel Lundemo
Nigel Lundemo
Recording Engineer
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Producer

Lirik

She's a black cat Hanging 'round my doorstep I'll need all day tomorrow To recover from today I was boxing with my shadow At a stoplight when the clocks changed It was midnight I was mixed up When she called to drag the lake I think I'm running short on inspiration She's running long on borrowed time We break with speed That girl can read my racing thoughts She asks the questions I take the floor She takes her shots Taught her a lesson About a forced confession We break with speed That girls can read my racing thoughts My racing thoughts My racing thoughts So I'll try to keep her steady now But steady's not her strong suit I was raised going to church But couldn't practice what they preached So I'm hiring a DJ For the eve of our destruction It was midnight I was mixed up When she found me on the beach I think I'm running low on inspiration She's running long on borrowed time We break with speed That girl can read my racing thoughts She asks the questions I take the floor She takes her shots Taught her a lesson About a forced confession We break with speed That girls can read my racing thoughts My racing thoughts My racing thoughts
Writer(s): Andrew Mcmahon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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