Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Currents
Currents
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Wiseman
Chris Wiseman
Songwriter
Brian Willie
Brian Willie
Songwriter
Jeff Brown
Jeff Brown
Composer
Ryan Castaldi
Ryan Castaldi
Songwriter
Duane Cronkite
Duane Cronkite
Composer

Lyrics

There is nothing like the unfamiliar air
It brings me back to when this all made sense
Bitter, depressed, staring back at death
I'm pushing myself to the edge over what happens next
The pain, the cost
Destruction of the thought
To take account for everything that I've lost
The change we sought
Compelling us to rot
I never said I'm the only one
Fight 'til there's nothing left
You have much more to give
You owe it to yourself
You owe it to yourself
There's nothing wrong with asking for help
In my head I rewind
Falling away from my disguise
Am I dead or lost in time?
I'm trying to read through the feelings
That lead me to the light
We say we feel alright
While we starve to feel alive
In my head I rewind
Falling away, away, away from my disguise, yeah
There's nothing there to hold me back
I'm not defined by the things I lack
I often think of the nights I stared into your eyes
And you would tell me what it's like to want to die
I have the heart to forgive
But how could I forget
The way you shut me out
When I chose to let you in
Fight 'til there's nothing left
You have much more to give
You owe it to yourself
You owe it to yourself
There's nothing wrong with asking for help
In my head I rewind
Falling away from my disguise
Am I dead or lost in time?
I'm trying to read through the feelings
That lead me to the light
We say we feel alright
While we starve to feel alive
In my head I rewind
Falling away, away, away from my disguise
Uh, though we struggle I trust
That this war is not the end
My curse is not my crutch
My curse is not my crutch, uh
I often think of the nights
I stared into your eyes
And you would tell me what
It's like to want to die
But now I know how you felt
When you recalled those days
You almost left this place
I finally feel your pain
The pain, the cost
Destruction of the thought
To take account for everything that I've lost
The change we sought
Compelling us to rot
I never said I'm the only one
We say we feel alright
While we starve to feel alive
In my head I rewind
Falling away, away, away from my disguise
Written by: Brian Willie, Chris Wiseman, Duane Cronkite, Jeff Brown, Ryan Castaldi
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