Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Saint Motel
Saint Motel
Interpretação
Dak Lerdamornpong
Dak Lerdamornpong
Baixo
Greg Erwin
Greg Erwin
Bateria
AJ Jackson
AJ Jackson
Vocais
Aaron Sharp
Aaron Sharp
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Alexander Leonard Jackson
Alexander Leonard Jackson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Engenharia (masterização)
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Engenharia (mixagem)
AJ Jackson
AJ Jackson
Produção
Mark Needham
Mark Needham
Produção

Letra

[Chorus]
I'm waitin' for that slow dance
So I can feel your arms around me
Wait 'til the music turns to romance
Go tell that DJ that he owes me
(Woo)
[Instrumental]
Well, they don't know that much about it
The way that every single day
[PreChorus]
I could be your best friend
I could be your centerpiece
I could be your soulmate
I could be your everything
Thunderbolts and lightning
Queuing up the symphony
(Barrump, barrump)
[Chorus]
You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (Ah-ah)
So I can feel your arms around me (Ah-ah)
Wait 'til the music turns to romance (Ah-ah)
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, woah, yeah
[PostChorus]
Hand on my back, panic attack
Pull it together, don't overreact
Keepin' her close, don't step on her toes
Leave enough room for the holier ghost
Romance (Ah-ah)
Too slow, but this is how you show me, woah
[Verse 1]
We could talk for forty hours
We'd end up right back at the start
[PreChorus]
I could be your best friend
I could be your centerpiece
I could be your soulmate
I could be your everything
Thunderbolts and lightning
Queuing up the symphony
(Barrump, barrump)
[Chorus]
You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (Ah-ah)
So I can feel your arms around me (Ah-ah)
Wait 'til the music turns to romance (Ah-ah)
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, woah, yeah
[Bridge]
There's no doubt about it
It's something magical
Feeling our surroundings
And time is slowing down for us
[Chorus]
You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (Ah-ah)
So I can feel your arms around me (Ah-ah)
Wait 'til the music turns to romance (Ah-ah)
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, woah, yeah
[PostChorus]
Hand on my back, panic attack
Pull it together, don't overreact
Keepin' her close, don't step on her toes
Leave enough room for the holier ghost
Romance (Ah-ah)
Too slow, but this is how you show me, woah
Written by: Alexander Leonard Jackson
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