Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Divorce
Исполнитель
Felix Mackenzie-Barrow
Вокал
Tiger Cohen-Towell
Бас
Adam Peter Smith
Синтезатор
Kasper Sandstrøm
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Felix Mackenzie-Barrow
Композитор
Tiger Cohen-Towell
Композитор
Adam Peter Smith
Композитор
Kasper Sandstrøm
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Matt Peel
Продюсер
Alex Greaves
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Catherine Marks
Миксинг-инженер
John Webber
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
[Verse 1]
You got sun in your eyes, looks good on your cheeks
And that raspberry hat, will you wear it for me?
I could've sworn I looked twenty years older last night
Maybe I was really twenty years older last night
[Verse 2]
I know these things that pass by unnoticed
Make a hell of a difference when you notice them
I've got my reasons for keeping it friendly
He's a big shot, he could end me
I know silence, I know patience
I learned my manners, don't tell me they're wasted
[Chorus]
Look at me and nod your head
I laugh until the room goes dead
That's bad, gets worse
Watch me eat my words
That's bad, gets worse
Watch me eat my words
Watch me eat my words
[Verse 3]
The morning light, I found it under the sheets
A month in Siena, maybe that's what I need
I could have sworn I left it underneath the the journal you keep
Maybe nothing's really underneath
[Verse 4]
And all of the commas you gave me I keep
Keep on going, I'm learning to breathe
I'm sorry for getting too drunk
And killing the vibe with the headline band
I know silence, I know patience
He took my silence, and I lost my patience
[Chorus]
Look at me and nod your head
I laugh until the room goes dead
That's bad, gets worse
Watch me eat my words
That's bad, gets worse
Watch me eat my words
Watch me eat my words
Watch me eat my words
Watch me eat my words
[Verse 5]
The morning light, I found it under the sheets
A month in Siena, maybe that's what I need
I could have sworn I left it underneath the the journal you keep
Baby, nothing's really underneath
Written by: Adam Peter Smith, Felix Mackenzie-Barrow, Kasper Sandstrøm, Tiger Cohen-Towell

