クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick Sheehy
Patrick Sheehy
Vocals
Cormac Butler
Cormac Butler
Keyboards
Joylin
Joylin
Violin
Ross Chapman
Ross Chapman
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Sheehy
Patrick Sheehy
Songwriter
Conor Byrne
Conor Byrne
Songwriter
Cormac Butler
Cormac Butler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Sheehy
Patrick Sheehy
Producer
Cormac Butler
Cormac Butler
Producer

歌詞

I used to call up to your family house, Just hang around
Kick the ball around the field
Spending hours in the streets around this little town 
Like a shadow next to me 
Four feet tall we used to think that we could lift the world 
Had to head home before six 
We had it all the only trouble happened in the dirt 
When did it ever come to this 
Now I wait for you 
With a coffee getting cold 
Used to late call you 
We don’t do that anymore 
If you could acknowledge my existence 
Take the last few years I’ll admit it 
That I hate fallin out of touch 
now we’re getting old 
Skipping school on Friday mornings just to feel alive 
Texting all the pretty girls 
Asking how was class and who was in your five? 
By the weekend kissing her 
End of summer spent our money on the cheapest wine 
But all those memories were dear 
Now I’m parked up by the pier 
 watching the water shine 
If only now I had you hear 
Now I wait for you 
With a coffee getting cold 
Used to late call you 
We don’t do that anymore 
If you could acknowledge my existence 
Take the last few years I’ll admit it 
That I hate fallin out of touch now we’re getting old
Written by: Conor Byrne, Cormac Butler, Patrick Sheehy
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