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실연 아티스트
Ugolino
Ugolino
실연자
Shane Richardson
Shane Richardson
리드 보컬
Adam Kaleta
Adam Kaleta
비브라폰
Isaac Wisdon
Isaac Wisdon
피아노
Sam Kelly
Sam Kelly
테너 색소폰
Ajda Stina Turek
Ajda Stina Turek
백그라운드 보컬
Arnau Torné Sabaté
Arnau Torné Sabaté
일렉트릭 베이스 기타
Zach Mondlick
Zach Mondlick
드럼
작곡 및 작사
Oran Hurley
Oran Hurley
송라이터
Shane Richardson
Shane Richardson
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Oran Hurley
Oran Hurley
프로듀서
Niamh O'Sullivan
Niamh O'Sullivan
레코딩 엔지니어
John Catlin
John Catlin
믹싱 엔지니어
Giovanni Lando
Giovanni Lando
레코딩 엔지니어
Fergal Davis
Fergal Davis
마스터링 엔지니어

가사

Searching for the words to say The way we're living seems so grey The youth's in disarray, lost sight The lights are off, the darkest nights Tread along the train track lines Write and scribe, break that pencil Stencil shades, shapes and bodies When love is lost we crave somebody Shake it off the weight of wondering What if love is just for some? Spin her round in night gowns To sounds of rain and busy towns Slow it down or smoke it out Drink it now or hold your peace Sleep alone, miss the heat Pillows filled with concrete A crooked neck, a broken back Purple eyes and longer drags Push and bend until we snap A burning yearning's building up Fill a cup and take a sup Bubbles rising with the sun The gun is held by trigger finger Linger smoke in glass rooms Doom is certain, it's always lurking Life is fighting, love is hurting Draw the curtains, open blinds Read the signs, head the signals Mingle with the unknown Crack your phone, leave your home Your last breath is felt alone Throw the stones and ripples make Shake and break until you're dust Fuck until the lust is lost Knowing nothing's better off Fight the feeling, it's only time Spin in circles like you're flying Like a child, the fragile mind will soon unwind Piece together broken pictures Flickers hold sweet memories Of bumble bees and swaying trees Growing seeds to fallen leaves The reddest skies and last goodbyes The highs and lows of giving in Spoke the words then watched you grin Held that buttercup to your chin Lying in to falling out Skies are low, the mind's a crowd Of shaky voices yelling save us Broken thoughts are hard to tape up Lacing up for nine to five Find the drive, it's deep inside Hiding 'way is such a cop out Drop a match, watch it burn out How we turn out is a choice But poisoned minds will lead you blind Life is hard most of the time That's why I trace these silver lines The birds that fly way up in skies Are searching for a foreign home Relate to feelings seldom shown Maybe we're not so alone Tones and shades of disarray Play across these strings and keys Finally my mind's at ease
Writer(s): Oran Hurley, Shane Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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