Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Valencia Grace
Vocals
Graham Godfrey
Percussion
Stephen Pringle
Piano
Ash Workman
Programming
Davide Rossi
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Valencia Grace
Composer
Billy Cole Landers
Composer
Glen Roberts
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ash Workman
Mixing Engineer
Matt Jaggar
Recording Engineer
George Chung
Assistant Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Letra
It's feeling colder by the water, the wind is made of stones
I see your board of snakes and ladders
All carved out in the snow
And I'm feeling more and more nostalgic
The deeper I look down, to the water
To your face in the snow
The trees are whistling that song you used to sing
When we were young
I'm in the fortress of the misty air
It's thickening my lungs
And I'm feeling nervous at the surface of the summit
I'm remembering it all
The air's feeling thin now, watch as I fall down
See your face as I black out
I can see the stars
The harder that I'm blinking
Constellations start appearing
Floating in the dark
I loved you, what a tragedy
I hit the ground 'cause you said you'd meet me
At the opera, ah-ah, oh-oh
At the opera, ah-ah, oh-oh
At the opera, ah-ah, oh-oh
I feel the pressure when I'm breathing
There's a stiffness to my stare
But I saw your shadow come from stage-left
But I guess it wasn't there
Now I'm walking up the aisle, nearly running with my steps
And I hate that I miss you, but I'm never falling again
The air's feeling thin now, watch as I fall down
See your face as I black out
I can see the stars
The harder that I'm blinking
Constellations start appearing
Floating in the dark
I loved you, what a tragedy
I hit the ground 'cause you said you'd meet me
At the opera, ah-ah, oh-oh
At the opera, ah-ah, oh-oh
At the opera, ah-ah, oh-oh
Writer(s): Billy Cole Landers, Glen Roberts, Valencia Grace
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com