Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Luke Doucet
Электрогитара
Neville Quinlan
Вокал
Mark Kesper
Барабаны
Robbie Grunwald
Клавишные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Neville Quinlan
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Luke Doucet
Продюсер
Nyles Spencer
Инженер звукозаписи
Howie Beck
Миксинг-инженер
Nik Kozub
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
She blows smoke in my face
Talking to me, tryna catch up, cars pass on the street
She's crying so hard, and singing along
Spilling her drink, and dancing with someone
Lights turn suddenly weird like a solar eclipse
Like the gap in her teeth when she's smiling
Oh God, breaking a string, falling on ice
Forgetting the words while you're staring
Open caps with orange lighters
Alabama all-nighters
And fall asleep in limousines
God, I miss you in between drinks
I'm half in the bag, words stuck in my teeth
Been trying to talk, she's trying to read
There're shouts in the night, kids in the trees
There's a light in your eyes, oh, that's kind of hard to see
Footprints all through the house like a fucking cartoon
To the kitchen and back, where're you going?
Oh, God, talk in your sleep to the stars in the sky
To the dogs in the street in the morning
Open caps with orange lighters
Alabama all-nighters
And fall asleep in limousines
And God, I miss you in between drinks
We've been here two days, and five nights
Two days and five nights
And it's alright
Open caps with orange lighters
Alabama all-nighters
And fall asleep in limousines
An' God, I miss you in between drinks
An' open caps with orange lighters
Alabama all-nighters
An' fall asleep in limousines
An' God, I miss you in between drinks
Writer(s): Neville Quinlan
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