Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Tachys
Tachys
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Tachys
Tachys
Композитор
Tobias Wilner
Tobias Wilner
Композитор
Jonas Bjerre
Jonas Bjerre
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Tachys
Tachys
Продюсер
Tobias Wilner
Tobias Wilner
Продюсер

Слова

Then it got familiar Then it got familiar Then it got familiar Nah
Tremors
I want tremors
Summer
We got spirits
I want seven
Sick of triggers, deadly flickers
Painted mirrors, change me clearer Never bothered to ask me why
Tell me what’s it signify?
Slippin’ figures
Tremors with you
Like a seizure
I can’t reach ya
If I ever neglected you
Then it got familar
Then it got familar
Meet me in the clearing
where nothing’s there
Now we swear
Make it clear
Villains
Just hard to trust
Don’t speak of us
Fort of pillow
Sick of triggers, deadly flickers
Painted mirrors, change me clearer Never bothered to ask me why
Tell me what’s it signify?
Slippin’ figures
Tremors with you
Like a seizure
I can’t reach ya
If I ever neglected you
I’m spending my words turning starboard So I don’t cut myself
I’m running hours
Picking flowers
I take care of each one
Sick of triggers, deadly flickers
Painted mirrors, change me clearer Never bothered to ask me why
Tell me what’s it signify?
Slippin’ figures
Tremors with you
Like a seizure
I can’t reach ya
If I ever neglected you
Slim figures, like a seizure, if ever
Slim figures, like a seizure
If I ever neglected you
Written by: Jonas Bjerre, Tachys, Tobias Wilner
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