Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiver
Performer
Simone Schmidt
Vocals
Jeremy Costello
Synthesizer
Nathan Doucet
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simone Schmidt
Arranger
Jeremy Costello
Arranger
Bianca Palmer
Arranger
Nathan Doucet
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charles Austin
Recording Engineer
Gavin Gardiner
Mixing Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Testi
I walk through the door way and right past the guard
Put my hand on a handle and don’t try too hard
But the light shines too bright, the air washes cold
I walk in to the wall of a memory
So yeah I take your call in the hospital hall
I spend a week there each morning
Pacing the threshold ‘tween staying and gone
I am aware that it’s life that moves on
Or along
Anyway
What I know
Hard to say
I’m Spinning out and going nowhere
Going mental in my mind
You know I’ve always been a searcher
These days I fear what I might find
The sound of cicadas a sack of potatoes
That's me out in the wilderness
They told me fresh air would do it, help me cut through it
Can you cut through a thing that you’re missing?
I plead with the river I beg of the sky
I ask every god that is going
Deliver me from this treacherous groove
Some sunfucked onion on the move
I’m Spinning out and going nowhere
All potential in my mind
You know I’ve always been a searcher
These days I fear what I might find
Let me tell you again about the way I’ve been feeling
Feeling a lot about the way I’ve been told
Just to notice the feeling as it marks a new moment
But what’s in a feeling but a notice?
Well I used to sleep just to carve at a dream
In my mind in my making
Crystalline, gleaming
Now I close my eyes after I close the curtain and careen just to carve at a memory
So yeah I take your call in the hospital hall
I hover the threshold, unspoken
Electric and missing all that never was
But the story can sub for the truth
I’m spinning out and going nowhere
Going mental in my mind
You know I’ve always been a searcher
These days I fear what I might find
I’m spinning out and going nowhere
All potential in my mind
You know I’ve always been a searcher
These days I fear what I might find
Just spinning out and going nowhere
I’m a lime on the checkout line
You know I’ve always been a searcher
These days I fear what I might find
Written by: Simone Schmidt