Video musicale
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Secret Lives of the Freemasons
Performer
Justin Elrod
Guitar
Clifford Brien Worsham
Vocals
Joshua Patrick Carden
Bass Guitar
Jim Debardi
Guitar
Travis Dean Moss
Drums
Tucker Gilbert Ensley
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Elrod
Composer
Clifford Brien Worsham
Songwriter
Joshua Patrick Carden
Songwriter
Jim Debardi
Composer
Travis Dean Moss
Songwriter
Tucker Gilbert Ensley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Secret Lives of the Freemasons
Producer
Jamie King
Producer
Testi
Miserable hospital bed.
Please don't you take my friend.
We really need him here.
Don't let this be the end.
I was hanging on every word you said,
About how your life was grand and there's beginnings in ends.
But life is just a little harder down here.
We are all shooting stars.
Hope we can meet again.
I fell apart right there.
The cold floor it met my head.
Overwhelmed by the fear of just not having you here.
And all those monsters you painted.
They all became real and tore you apart in the end.
I won't forget one thing, still remember your face.
I know you are home now.
B-I-L-L-I-E. We won't forget a thing.
Writer(s): Tucker Gilbert Ensley, James Franklin Debardi, Travis Dean Moss, Clifford Brien Worsham, Joshua Patrick Carden
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