Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Fugitives
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Brendan IC McLeod
Composição
Adrian Glynn McMorran
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Tom Dobrzanski
Produção
Letra
This is the story of our times
But you don't have to listen
I always wondered about our hearts
Then I found them missing
I'm tired of hunger
But it sure beats giving up
I went along until the walls went up
And I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am anymore
I left him in our bed
Though I knew he wasn't sleeping
He said they'd pass right through
I knew what would happen
Last I heard he'd taken every oath
From our door the soldiers come and go
And I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
Anymore
'Cause the past is not time
It's not lies
It's not a photograph
But life
On rewind
On repeat
It's a never-ending ride
On repeat
On rewind
Not a photograph
The past isn't lies, isn't time
When every farm is dust
And waterfalls are frozen
Blink twice with your light
I'll be in the mountains
You can laugh all day but I wouldn't keep it up
Run on hope, you'll die living on luck
And I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
I was chained to all that
But that's not who I am
(Chained to all that)
(Chained to all that)
This is the story of our times
You don't have to listen
Writer(s): Adrian Glynn Mcmorran, Brendan Ic Mcleod
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