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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Russell Lissack
Russell Lissack
Electric Guitar
Latenight Honeymoon
Latenight Honeymoon
Performer
Edward Robert Joyce
Edward Robert Joyce
Lead Vocals
Alfred William Waike-Pawsey
Alfred William Waike-Pawsey
Bass Guitar
James Padraic Ellis
James Padraic Ellis
Programming
Eleanor India Agnes Roberts
Eleanor India Agnes Roberts
Lead Vocals
Alex Thomas
Alex Thomas
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Robert Joyce
Edward Robert Joyce
Songwriter
Alfred William Waike-Pawsey
Alfred William Waike-Pawsey
Songwriter
James Padraic Ellis
James Padraic Ellis
Songwriter
Eleanor India Agnes Roberts
Eleanor India Agnes Roberts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russell Lissack
Russell Lissack
Producer
Fernando Lodeiro
Fernando Lodeiro
Mixing Engineer
Metrópolis
Metrópolis
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

I feel so lost inside the nebula Lately my heart pulse feels irregular Fearing the harvest of a blood red moon Let's make this quick before I peak too soon I can't describe what's happening Personified In this rare interaction Had a fight with Hope Then I run into you... Outside a closed venue (or two, three, four) It's such a shame I'm praying they'll be back one day Right now I'm in the mood for empty space Selling the setting sun suggests: I think I know the place I need some air Exhale all this insanity It's changing so dramatically I just don't care anymore Questioning reality While losing my capacity for living (I need some air) Should I disclose my disposition? (I need some air) I've been so stuck on audio transmission A blissful day all things considered Follow the soul river Why don't we skinny dip Into the Styx? Dissolve in a wave... I've spent so long without a partner Better luck next summer Last year was such a bummer Skyline reflections casting Prisms of light refracting Aurora pulls me close Into the water's flow Now I've got soaking clothes, So I suppose... Dry-drip home... Why so restrained? I mean... Your figure paints a perfect eight Since the recession hit I've been wasting away This slowly sinking in from yesterday's escapade: It's not what's on the surface I need some air Exhale all this insanity It's changing so dramatically I just don't care anymore Least you've not given up on me You're giving me capacity for living I think we'll be forgiven Sounds like you're just what I've been missing A blissful day all things considered I think I'll risk this audio transmission
Writer(s): Alfred William Waike-pawsey, Edward Robert Joyce, Eleanor India Agnes Roberts, James Padraic Ellis, Russell Lissack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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