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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Martin Badder
Martin Badder
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Badder
Martin Badder
Composer
Antony Szmierek
Antony Szmierek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Badder
Martin Badder
Producer

Letra

When the sun finally gives in, it kicks and protests
In shades of neon to let you know it isn't finished
It always does that
As if it knows that nothing makes you feel worse
Than typing in grey letters followed by an ellipsis
Sometimes you just gotta let it chew you up
And spit you back out in rhyming triplets
One perfect sunset will see me right
One that sets behind the steeples and the spires of the old cathedrals
Its rock pools and cocktail bars, its pond life, the people
And I do miss it sometimes, what we had
Mostly when there isn't any music
But sometimes, understandably, when there is
Sometimes you need a room full of
Strangers to make you feel less alone
A place dark enough to make yourself unknown
Unknowable, but home somehow
A place to hide somehow
At least
At least that's how it feels
And I can't do this
You beat me to it
I hope you find your place to hide
I hope you find your reason
And I can't do this
Let's keep it moving
I hope you find your place to hide
I hope you find your reason
And still it beckons out there on the horizon
Languidly winking, letting me know that
It knows exactly what I'm thinking and
Laughs as my phone dies
Which is still the most traumatic thing we say like, all the time
And my head's fried
My head's fried in rum and ginger beer
My body heads inside but my mind stays here
I kinda thought I'd see you in here actually
It's the sort of night you used to like
And I do miss it sometimes, what we had
Mostly when there isn't any music
But sometimes, understandably, when there is
Sometimes you need a room full of
Strangers to make you feel less alone
A place dark enough to make yourself unknown
Unknowable, but home somehow
A place to hide somehow
At least
At least that's how it feels
Yeah
I love you all, man
Honestly, I do
Yeah, I think I needed this
Sometimes you need a room full of
Strangers to make you feel less alone
A place dark enough to make yourself unknown
Unknowable, but home somehow
A place to hide somehow
And I can't do this
You beat me to it
I hope you find your place to hide
I hope you find your reason
And I can't do this
Let's keep it moving
I hope you find your place to hide
I hope you find your reason
Sometimes you need a room full of
Strangers to make you feel less alone
A place dark enough to make yourself unknown
Unknowable, but home somehow
A place to hide somehow
At least
At least that's how it feels
Written by: Antony Szmierek, Martin Badder
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