Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Geoff Rickly
Vocais principais
Tom Keeley
Violão
Steve Pedulla
Violão
Tim Payne
Baixo
Tucker Rule
Bateria
Tom Schlatter
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Geoff Rickly
Composição
Tom Keeley
Composição
Steve Pedulla
Composição
Tim Payne
Composição
Tucker Rule
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Sal Villanueva
Produção
Tim Gilles
Engenharia (mixagem)
Erin Farley
Engenharia (gravação)
Codie "Dr. Huey" Brown
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Dr. Timo G. Less
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
[Verse 1]
Let's call this "The Quiet City"
Where screams are felt as a wave of the stoplights
Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
The sides we take divide us from our faith
And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
[PreChorus]
Asleep, you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
[Chorus]
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
Cross out the eyes, put lines through these cries
Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
[Chorus]
Your
Trees that fall
Trees that fall
Trees that fall
Fall
[Verse 2]
A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
Voices from another room
Happens all the time
But July on the sand
The leaves falling and
Counting down days to live
Drain the blood from this Valentine
[Verse 3]
We can rise on the wings of the dove
See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
We can rise like candles in the dark, yours always
And an envelope marked with your new address
[PreChorus]
Asleep, you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
[Chorus]
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
Cross out the eyes, put lines through these cries
Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
[Chorus]
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines, lines
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines, cries
The eyes, lines
The eyes, cried
[Bridge]
It was the first time face to face
I'm crossing the line, talking to the other side of death
Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
[Verse 4]
Till we die
Memory in flatlines
Cross out the eyes when we set off these lives
Cross out the eyes when we set off these lives
Cross out the eyes
[Outro]
Fence was blown down in a winter storm in this field
Cross out the eyes
Stretches out of this world into the sound
A trace of
What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days?
A love song
Hoping for something wash these dreams of you away
Stretches out of this world
Let's drive back the dead
Stretches out of this world
Stretches out of this world
Written by: Geoff Rickly, Steve Pedulla, Tim Payne, Tom Keeley, Tucker Rule