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False Start
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Punk
Трек «False Start» вышел в 29 мая 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Zeitstrafe»)Hands to Hold Each Other
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Дата релиза29 мая 2026 г.
ЛейблZeitstrafe
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM139

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Between Bodies
Between Bodies
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Christopher Schmidt
Christopher Schmidt
Автор песен
Benedikt Ricken
Benedikt Ricken
Автор песен
Nils Fischer
Nils Fischer
Композитор
Susan Van Beek Rogers
Susan Van Beek Rogers
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Lewis Johns
Lewis Johns
Продюсер

Слова

When exactly did the future cease being a companion that you needed?
Did the hours lose their taste with the sores they passed over the dinner table?
Learning the alphabet of a language we couldn't yet speak
Up in the attic, on an unfamiliar street
Trying to build on the hot ashes of what they burned down for years
My truth is small and dripping from the fire water still
Was it disregard or bravery? I guess that couldn't say
Snow-covered bed-sheets, face and pillow and a little more time to stay
And I'll be staring at the door hoping that you caught your train
Give me some more time. I'll visit on your birthday
Or I promise that at least I'll try
Trying to build on the hot ashes of what they burned down for years
My truth is small and dripping from the fire water still
Was it disregard or bravery? I guess that couldn't say
Snow-covered bed-sheets, face and pillow and a little more time to stay
And I'll be staring at the door hoping that you caught your train
Give me some more time. I'll visit on your birthday
Or I promise that at least I'll try
Was it failure of friends or just ill-defined destiny
The absence of parental fucking advisory?
Who's at fault, the state or God?
I wear these questions like a second skin
It was kids helping kids instead of mothers and fathers
Eho buried you after they never bothered
They should have been your shore
Not the water in your sinking car
Words are like the weather. Some days they burn like the sun
Some nights they fall like heavy rain. Make 'em come undone
When exactly did the future cease being a companion that you needed?
Was it disregard or bravery? I guess that couldn't say
Snow-covered bed-sheets, face and pillow and a little more time to stay
And I'll be staring at the door hoping that you caught your train
Give me some more time. I'll visit on your birthday
Or I promise that at least I'll try
Written by: Benedikt Ricken, Christopher Schmidt, Nils Fischer, Susan Van Beek Rogers
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