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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Gibbard
Benjamin Gibbard
Vocals
Chris Walla
Chris Walla
Guitar
Sean Nelson
Sean Nelson
Harmony Vocals
Jason Patrick McGerr
Jason Patrick McGerr
Drums
N. Harmer
N. Harmer
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Gibbard
Benjamin Gibbard
Songwriter
Chris Walla
Chris Walla
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Walla
Chris Walla
Producer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Mixing Engineer
Lonya Nenashev
Lonya Nenashev
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Zirkel
Mike Zirkel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Roger Seibel
Roger Seibel
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

It was one hundred degrees As we sat beneath a willow tree Whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air And refused to fall, to fall And I knew I'd made a horrible call And now the state line felt like the Berlin Wall And there was no doubt about which side I was on 'Cause I built you a home in my heart With rotten wood and it decayed from the start 'Cause you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along No, you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along I braved treacherous streets And kids strung out on homemade speed And we shared a bed in which I could not sleep at all, woo-hoo, woo-hoo 'Cause at night, the sun in retreat Made the skyline look like crooked teeth In the mouth of a man who was devouring us both You're so cute when you're slurring your speech But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave And you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along No, you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along I'm a war of head versus heart And it's always this way My head is weak, my heart always speaks Before I know what it will say And you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along No, you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along (no, you can't find) And you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along There were churches, theme parks and malls There was nothing there all along
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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