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

