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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Golden Dregs
The Golden Dregs
Performer
Benjamin Woods
Benjamin Woods
Vocals
David Roderick
David Roderick
Vocals
Edward Mair
Edward Mair
Musician
Isabelle Armstrong
Isabelle Armstrong
Vocals
Ali Chant
Ali Chant
Synthesizer
David Huntriss
David Huntriss
Trombone
Hannah Woods
Hannah Woods
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Woods
Benjamin Woods
Songwriter
Edward Mair
Edward Mair
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin Woods
Benjamin Woods
Producer
Ali Chant
Ali Chant
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Do you have a way with words And if so won't you show it Not easy to articulate And harder still to know it And every time we go to war And blame our failings on the moon You'll be promised so much more Than I can provide for you And I'll try anything Are we losing touch Or is it not our season I don't want for much But I could use a reason To go door to door Searching for some proof That there's nothing more And isn't that the truth And when it rains it really pours But doesnt stop the drought Where the concrete meets the sea You'll find a way out And January robbed us blind We blamed our failings on the moon Spring it promised so much more Than I could provide for you Are we losing touch Or is it not our season I don't want for much But I could use a reason To go door to door Searching for some proof That there's nothing more And isn't that the truth Are we losing touch? Are we losing touch? There's a constant hum on Sundown Lake And underneath an ochre sky And what a difference a day makes And what a day to be alive
Writer(s): Benjamin Woods, Ted Mair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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