Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunshine
Performer
Jordan Benson
Piano
Austin Ingerman
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Renshaw
Composer
Jordan Benson
Composer
Austin Ingerman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Ingerman
Producer
Chris Collier
Producer
Songteksten
Another Sunday morning
On the road alone
Glad I got to see you last night at the Atlanta show
Sorry, I had to leave you, baby
Sorry, I had to go
Sorry, I couldn't be the one for you
Wait, I see you from every stage
No way, did you really drive all this way?
Hey, did I hear your voice call my name?
Babe, is that you or have I gone insane?
And I'm tryin' to move along
But this feeling inside is
Making me take on the dreams of love
I swore wouldn't be my way
Awaking the taste of a need for you
One soul 'til the end of days
Stained my bedsheets with cabernet
Face, your face burning in my brain
Saturday, I sent you along on your way
Think I've got to undo this mistake
And I'm tryin' to move along
But this feeling inside is
Making me take on the dreams of love
I swore wouldn't be my way
Awaking the taste of a need for you
One soul 'til the end of days
One soul 'til the end of days
Plane, I'm taking off, heading your way
Same, I want you in every way
Game, got played by your red lingerie
Flame, one soul 'til the end of days
And I'm tryin' to move along
But this feeling inside is
Making me take on the dreams of love
I swore wouldn't be my way
Awaking the taste of a need for you
One soul 'til the end of days
You're making me take on the dreams of love
I swore wouldn't be my way
Awaking the taste of a need for you
One soul 'til the end of days
One soul 'til the end of days
Writer(s): Austin Ingerman, James Renshaw, Jordan Benson, Pat Brown
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