Vídeo de música
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max Pope
Guitar
Alex Burey
Keyboards
Elliot Agdomar
Drums
Matthew McAllister
Bass Guitar
Tim Wearden
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Pope
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Burey
Producer
Eduardo de la Paz
Mixing Engineer
Black Saloon
Mastering Engineer
Letra
Time screams down my hesitant side
And it braces round my bed
Chasing the thoughts inside my head
And I spend my time watching it fly
Frozen in my chair, tearing my hands through my head
From time to time the lightning strikes through my home
But the words escape, I feel them slip from my bones
Today I achieved less than nothing
More than yesterday, I guess that's something
Today I achieved less than nothing
More than yesterday, I guess that's something
Funny how slowly I tread
And move months, twist my head
Days pause but I'm not ready to face defeat
People walk past they seem steady on their own two feet
My mind's drained out, left in shame
I'm white as a sheet
Glory at the window pain as I overheat
Today I achieved less than nothing
More than yesterday, I guess that's something
Today I achieved less than nothing
More than yesterday, I guess that's something
Funny how slowly I tread
And move months, twist my head
Writer(s): Max Pope
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