Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Austin Cressey
Бас-гитара
Ira George
Солирующая гитара
Patrick Miranda
Ведущий вокал
Will Yip
Бэк-вокал
William York
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Will Yip
Автор песен
Ira George
Автор песен
Patrick Miranda
Автор песен
William York
Автор песен
Austin Cressey
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Will Yip
Продюсер
Vince Ratti
Миксинг-инженер
Zach Tuch
Инженер записи вокала
Слова
Breathe in
Run fingers over scarred skin
Let the guilt rain down all over me
Try to justify my hypocrisy
And breathe out
Watch the words as they fall from your mouth
They sound pretty sharp
And they probably sting
About how I've been distant lately
It's quiet now and you're waiting on me
Could you repeat yourself?
I wasn't listening
Save yourself, I'm not worth the time
This failure is built deep into my design
Is there something wrong with me?
This doubt is deafening
'Cause you were gold but I'm colorblind
Find a reason
Is it the change of season?
Maybe it's just a color I can't see
Or maybe it's not meant for me
Is it all of the above?
See, that's the funny thing about love
It's never been a friend to me
Just an artificial enemy
I've known it's face
But only watched it leave
Save yourself, I'm not worth the time
This failure is built deep into my design
Is there something wrong with me?
This doubt is deafening
'Cause you were gold but I'm colorblind
And this complacency
Just seems to get the best of me
As I wander aimlessly
Back to everything I left behind
A new face, a different story
The same mess of me
And I never learn my lesson 'cause I'm blind
Save yourself, I'm not worth the time
This failure is built deep into my design
Is there something wrong with me?
This doubt is deafening
'Cause you were gold but I'm colorblind
Written by: Austin Cressey, Ira George, Patrick Miranda, Will Yip, William York