Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Valley
Valley
Interpretação
Andy Seltzer
Andy Seltzer
Programação
Mike Brandolino
Mike Brandolino
Violão
Rob Laska
Rob Laska
Violão
Karah James
Karah James
Bateria
Marla Joy
Marla Joy
Vocal de apoio
Sate
Sate
Vocal de apoio
Wade Brown
Wade Brown
Vocal de apoio
Alana Bridgewater
Alana Bridgewater
Vocal de apoio
Holy Trinity Choir
Holy Trinity Choir
Coral
Alexander DiMauro
Alexander DiMauro
Baixo
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Michael Brandolino
Michael Brandolino
Composição
Robert Sowinski
Robert Sowinski
Composição
Alexander DiMauro
Alexander DiMauro
Composição
Karah McGillivray
Karah McGillivray
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Andy Seltzer
Andy Seltzer
Produção
Mike Brandolino
Mike Brandolino
Produção
Rob Laska
Rob Laska
Produção
Karah James
Karah James
Produção
Jason Dufour
Jason Dufour
Engenharia (mixagem)
Alexander DiMauro
Alexander DiMauro
Produção

Letra

[Verse 1]
My love, my love, my love, my love, I'm hidin'
I've been useless and starin' away at a crowd on a park bench
Generate my mind, generation mind the silence
C-c-cry on my shoulder, oh, God, I'm getting older, find some balance
[Verse 2]
With your teeth stained white for some other kind
Oh, baby, you talk me in on a modern time
But I'm still stained blue sittin' right next to you
Yeah, in your pocket reach, I'm just currency
[Verse 3]
My love, my love, my love, my love, we're all just crying
On a break of an age, can't help but erase when your gunshots are violent
I guess you can call these hard times, buy your mental state in the grocery aisle
Just to tear some page of a cheap headline
(He's just a silly nutcase you call a good guy)
[Verse 4]
With your teeth stained white for some other kind
Oh, baby, you talk me in on a modern time
But I'm still stained blue sittin' right next to you
Yeah, in your pocket reach, I'm just currency
[Verse 5]
Man, I just gave up tryin', Rob, I just feel like dyin'
In a vertical age, I'll just scroll it away, hung up on a mistake
I wanna know where you're goin', I wanna come and find ya
Holdin' out all your heartache, brushin' it off on a headache
[Verse 6]
My love, my love, my love, my love, we're hidin'
I've been useless and starin' away at a crowd on a park bench
With your teeth stained white for some other kind
Oh, baby, you talk me in on a modern time
But I'm still stained blue sittin' right next to you
Yeah, in your pocket reach, I'm just currency
Written by: Alexander DiMauro, Karah McGillivray, Michael Brandolino, Robert Sowinski
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