Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Barnes
Brandon Barnes
Drums
Chad Price
Chad Price
Background Vocals
Christopher Chasse
Christopher Chasse
Background Vocals
Emily Schambra
Emily Schambra
Background Vocals
Joe Principe
Joe Principe
Background Vocals
Tim McIlrath
Tim McIlrath
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Barnes
Brandon Barnes
Songwriter
Christopher Chasse
Christopher Chasse
Songwriter
Joe Principe
Joe Principe
Songwriter
Tim McIlrath
Tim McIlrath
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Stevenson
Bill Stevenson
Producer
Jason Livermore
Jason Livermore
Producer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

In fields where nothing grew but weeds I found a flower at my feet Bending there in my direction I wrapped a hand around its stem I pulled until the roots gave in Finding now what I've been missing But I know So I tell myself, tell myself it's wrong There's a point we pass from which we can't return I felt the cold rain of the coming storm All because of you I haven't slept in so long When I do, I dream Of drowning in the ocean, longing for the shore Where I can lay my head down, I'll follow your voice All you have to do is shout it out Inside my hands, these petals browned Dried up, falling to the ground But it was already too late now I pushed my fingers through the earth Returned this flower to the dirt So it could live, I walk away now But I know Not a day goes by that I don't feel its burn There's a point we pass from which we can't return I felt the cold rain of the coming storm All because of you I haven't slept in so long When I do, I dream Of drowning in the ocean, longing for the shore Where I can lay my head down, I'll follow your voice All you have to do is shout it out All because of you All because of you All because of you I haven't slept in so long When I do, I dream Of drowning in the ocean, longing for the shore Where I can lay my head down Inside these arms of yours All because of you I believe in angels, not the kind with wings No, not the kind with halos; the kind that bring you home When home becomes a strange place, I'll follow your voice All you have to do is shout it out
Writer(s): Brandon Barnes, Timothy Mcilrath, Joseph Principe, Christopher Chasse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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