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Postscript
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Rock
Postscript è stato pubblicato il 21 marzo 2019 da Capeside come parte dell'album Last Romantics
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Data di uscita21 marzo 2019
EtichettaCapeside
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM162

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Capeside
Capeside
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Conaghan
Matt Conaghan
Songwriter
Rhys Zacher
Rhys Zacher
Songwriter
Simon McNamara
Simon McNamara
Songwriter
Mitch Grob
Mitch Grob
Songwriter

Testi

It’s you and me and a Sunday afternoon in New England
It’s still you who I bleed for
And a change of scenery
Just to be on your side of town again
Burning hearts, breathless lovers
Picturesque and heaven sent
We were golden like the autumn blooms
But gone too soon to savour the view
But your names still carved on my heart
And in pieces of my youth
These embers never fade
With every thought I think of you
I’d promise you anything just for another taste
The sweetest sin, the only
Apple of my eye, be still my beating heart just like the first time
Have we had all of our chances
Or do we have just one left?
We could still be ones, the last romantics
You’re still on the tip of my tongue
We’ll steal back those kisses stolen
Forever more you & I
We’d be the last romantics
Beautiful and serene
As your breath hangs in the air
I’d breathe you in to keep me warm
You were the smile I used to always wear
But these vows still hang on my tongue
Ripe but bittersweet
They choke me up
My name is blessed, it was yours to keep
I’d promise you anything just for another taste
The sweetest sin, the only
Apple of my eye, be still my beating heart just like the first time
Have we had all of our chances
Or do we have just one left?
We could still be ones, the last romantics
You’re still on the tip of my tongue
We’ll steal back those kisses stolen
Forever more you & I
We’d be the last romantics
I was the promise you couldn’t keep
You were the sun setting on me
Now I carry a torch around like your bouquet
Gone like the summer rain
But you were the blood racing through my veins
You were all I knew, the only one
You swore forever and always
Have we had all of our chances
(You swore forever and always)
Or do we have just one left?
We could still be ones, the last romantics
You’re still on the tip of my tongue
We’ll steal back those kisses stolen
Forever more you & I
We’d be the last romantics
It’s you and me and a Sunday afternoon in New England
Written by: Matt Conaghan, Mitch Grob, Rhys Zacher, Simon McNamara
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