Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Jaime Preciado
Jaime Preciado
Baixo
Mike Fuentes
Mike Fuentes
Bateria
Tony Perry
Tony Perry
Guitarra líder
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Composição
Mike Fuentes
Mike Fuentes
Composição
Jaime Preciado
Jaime Preciado
Composição
Tony Perry
Tony Perry
Composição
Kohn Klemmer
Kohn Klemmer
Composição
Stefan Kendal Gordy
Stefan Kendal Gordy
Composição
S. Gordy
S. Gordy
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dan Korneff
Dan Korneff
Engenharia (mixagem)
Alex Prieto
Alex Prieto
Engenharia
Jim Romano
Jim Romano
Engenharia (edição)
Nick Sferlazza
Nick Sferlazza
Engenharia (assistente)
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
She paints in grey
She closes her eyes
Till fireworks and palm trees almost look alike
She looks up to me and whispers,
"I won't be here in a year"
[Verse 2]
So, I take the long road to think and wonder why
I can't sleep with all this sunlight
If there's still evidence of us
Why can't that be enough?
[Verse 3]
I don't mean to drag you down
You taste just like you always do
[Verse 4]
Isabelle hides, so I can't find my way
I'd give anything just to surround your dreams, ah
[Verse 5]
The envy of the dead
The sound of scissors and sleep
I can't believe you dreamed
And pulled all of your clothes off
You're not supposed to drink
With what's inside your purse
And not expect me to not to call you out
[Verse 6]
I'm guiding your chin to my lips
Using only my fingertips
All we have are parking lots and nowhere to go
If you love me, then show me more
[Verse 7]
Isabelle watches me from far away
I'd give anything just to surround your dreams
I know you like when the temperature rises to a boiling heat
The chlorine and wine found
He sees through her nightgown
And everything fades away
[Verse 8]
Stars awake
But we can't see them out
So, why pretend?
Is there a train that travels back to yours at 5 AM?
Or are we walkin'?
Car alarms and leaves that blow
They're calling out our names
But it's gone too far
Your butane mouth will spit me into flames
[Verse 9]
Sorry 'bout it, I can't help it
I'm an anarchist in love
And I forgot to call you
I can't break you down while
I think about honey and the sweet New York sounds
[Verse 10]
Isabelle hides, so I can't find my way
I'd give anything to carry on and on and on the same way
The temperature rises to this boiling heat
The chlorine and wine found
He sees through her nightgown
As Saturday burns away
[Verse 11]
Ah
[Verse 12]
Back in the days when I was young
I'm not a kid, anymore
But, some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But, some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Written by: Ahmad Lewis, Jaime Preciado, Kohn Klemmer, Mike Fuentes, Stefan Kendal Gordy, Tony Perry, Victor Vincent Fuentes
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