ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mary Lambert
Mary Lambert
Performer
Eric Rosse
Eric Rosse
Piano
Benny Cassette
Benny Cassette
Keyboards
Robert Petersen
Robert Petersen
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mary Lambert
Mary Lambert
Composer
Eric Rosse
Eric Rosse
Composer
Benedetto Rotundi
Benedetto Rotundi
Composer
Kristine Flaherty
Kristine Flaherty
Composer
Raykeea Wilson
Raykeea Wilson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Rosse
Eric Rosse
Producer
Benny Cassette
Benny Cassette
Producer
Chris Reynolds
Chris Reynolds
Engineer

歌詞

Living in the darkness I wear it like a crown Oh I've got tough skin Ready for my bow All I've got is two hands I tied them in the middle Ready for the red tape Open up my ribcage I offer souvenirs A deaf tongue and blinded ears Can you fill the shelves in here Come in, come in Everybody look around Everybody look around I don't know how to fill the space The invitations on the page Open up my ribcage I want you want to want me like I'm all you got Mama she see it but can't make me stop Telling the truth it might mean you keep poking but that didn't hurt That's my method of coping Daughter sees him like that smoke in my lungs What they project on me what I've become Down on my knees, unsure what to say No I never learned how to pray Don't know know who I've been fooling but you've got me running in circles I'm ruined Let you inside, opened up all my wounds Taken my ribcage and ripped it in two Everybody look around Everybody look around I don't know how to fill the space The invitations on the page Open up my ribcage Tie it from my tendons Watch how they stretch Oh I've got the muscle Lord I'm spent Knocking down my sternum Again, at a young age Too much space between Open up my ribcage I offer souvenirs A deaf tongue and blinded ears Can you fill the shelves in here Come in, come in Everybody look around Everybody look around I don't know how to fill the space The invitations on the page Open up my ribcage There's impenetrable silence inside of my head There's nothing I can buy when I'm practically dead I get so tired of writing everything I should have said That maybe this time I'll put my pen down and just tell you instead You see I opened up my ribcage and violins flew out The organs softly played through my violin mouth I got lights hotter than love hidden beneath my tongue Written on my skin Tells me your the one Everybody look around Everybody look around I don't know how to fill the space The invitations on the page Open up my ribcage Open up my ribcage Open up my ribcage Open up my ribcage
Writer(s): Kristine Flaherty, Benedetto B Rotondi, Mary Lambert, Eric Rosse, Angel Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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