Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Dizzy
Interpretação
Katie Munshaw
Vocais
Alexander Spencer
Guitarra elétrica
Charles Spencer
Bateria
Mackenzie Spencer
Baixo
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Katie Munshaw
Composição
Alexander Spencer
Composição
Charles Spencer
Composição
Mackenzie Spencer
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dizzy
Produção
Craig Silvey
Engenharia (mixagem)
Justin Meli
Engenharia (gravação)
Emily Lazar
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
Would you call me when you get this?
I know that there's nothing left to fix
I just wanted to hear your voice
Would you meet me on Beatrice?
And when you reply, I'm up the block
Buying my tall cans by the buck
And when we meet at nine o'clock
My voice shakes when I say
Everything just hurts to touch
I know I think, I think about it way too much
On the pavement, I spill my guts
A crowd's watching, but I won't shut up, and then
Caught me right in the middle, darling
Of feeling lighter and moving on
They dim the lights and the music plays
But you catch your cab and walk away
And we head home again to separate places
You looked so good, you cut your hair
Just as it was in January
Your car broke down beneath the snow
You rubbed my hands the whole walk home
Everything just hurts to touch
I know I think I think about it way too much
On the pavement, I spill my guts
A crowd's watching, but I won't shut up, and then
You caught me right in the middle, darling (middle, darling)
Of feeling lighter and moving on (moving on)
They dim the lights and the music plays
But you catch your cab and walk away
And we head home again to separate places
We head home again to separate places
We head home, we head home
We head home to separate places
We head home again to separate places
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on (middle, darling)
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on (middle, darling)
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on (middle, darling)
Everything just hurts to touch
I know I think I really gone and fucked it all up
On the pavement, I spill my guts
A crowd's watching, but I won't shut up, and then
You caught me right in the middle, darling
Of feeling lighter and moving on
They dim the lights as the music plays
But you catch your cab and walk away
And we head home again to separate places
We head home again to separate places
We head home, we head home
We head home to separate places
We head home again to separate places
Would you call me when you get this?
I know that there's nothing left to fix
I just wanted to hear your voice
Would you meet on Beatrice? (On Beatrice)
On Beatrice (on Beatrice)
On Beatrice (on Beatrice)
On Beatrice (on Beatrice)
Writer(s): Alexander Spencer, Charlie Spencer, Katie Munshaw, Mackenzie Spencer, チャーリー・スペンサー
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