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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thursday
Thursday
Performer
Tucker Rule
Tucker Rule
Drums
Tom Keeley
Tom Keeley
Guitar
Geoff Rickly
Geoff Rickly
Lead Vocals
Steve Pedulla
Steve Pedulla
Guitar
Tim Gilles
Tim Gilles
Keyboards
Timothy Charles Payne
Timothy Charles Payne
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Payne
Tim Payne
Composer
Steve Pedulla
Steve Pedulla
Composer
Robert Keeley III
Robert Keeley III
Composer
Thomas Rule
Thomas Rule
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sal Villanueva
Sal Villanueva
Producer
Joe Pedulla
Joe Pedulla
Engineer
Arun Venkatesh
Arun Venkatesh
Engineer
Erin Farley
Erin Farley
Engineer
Lee Zappas
Lee Zappas
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mike Lapierre
Mike Lapierre
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rumblefish
Rumblefish
Mixing Engineer
Coady Brown
Coady Brown
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

This is what you see when you look in my direction Incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires This is how it feels, calling out but no one even hears The signals that we send over the air Over the air Over the air Over the air When you say my name I want to split it from your lips And hide like whispers in the rain When you say (when you say) My name (when you say it) I want to stop it in your lungs And collect all of your blood to put in the radio Is this how it feels When you don't even fit into your own skin? And it's getting tighter Everyday I'm getting smaller If I keep holding my breath I'm going to disappear When you say my name I want to split it from your lips And hide like whispers in the rain When you say (when you say) My name (when you say it) I want to stop it in your lungs And collect all of your blood to put in the radio There's nowhere to hide They stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio There's nowhere to hide They stole the love from our lives to put the sex on If I keep holding my breath all of this will fade away If you keep driving we'll be lying in the wreck Changing the shape, folding like an envelope to keep each other in Shattered glass, broken looks And mascara gets washed away by windshield wiper blades Safe, safe When you say (when you say) My name (when you say my name) I want to split it from your lips And hide like whispers in the rain When you say (when you say) My name (my name) I want to stop it in your lungs And collect all of your blood to put in the radio There's nowhere to hide They stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio There's nowhere to hide They stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio Yeah, that's where we hide The love and lies and sex, on the radio
Writer(s): Robert Keeley Iii, Timothy Payne, Steven Pedulla, Geoffrey Rickly, Thomas Rule Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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