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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grace Shaw
Grace Shaw
Vocals
Tomas Gaynor
Tomas Gaynor
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Grace Shaw
Grace Shaw
Songwriter
Tomas Gaynor
Tomas Gaynor
Songwriter
Max Byrne
Max Byrne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Golden Vessel
Golden Vessel
Producer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Mixing Engineer
Konstantin Kersting
Konstantin Kersting
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I heard lots of things You were all that I believed Promise that you'll take me home Say your home is next to me I been trying to hide, I been trying to hide Find a place that's far away and stay a couple nights I been getting high, I been getting high Told myself I wouldn't, but I guess I told a lie I live in the sky, I live in the sky Everybody's laughing when I tell 'em what it's like I been getting high, I been getting high Told myself I wouldn't, but I'm talking when I shouldn't and I heard lots of things You were all that I believed Promise that you'll take me home Say your home is next to me Born inside a star, shooting at my room Throwing stones at window panes was just a bit too cool I've been trying to hide, I've been on the move UFOs could take me home, I'm missing my old room I've been trying to find, I've been trying to find That memory inside my head from back when I was nine I've been on my grind, I've been on my grind Et cetera, I'm better-er than I've been in some time I heard lots of things You were all that I believed Promise that you'll take me home Say your home is next to me I heard lots of things You were all that I believed Promise that you'll take me home Say your home is next to me Yeah, I got you if you didn't notice Always falling for the Insta photos You think I'm shallow, no swimming over Live at night, no melanomas, can't really focus Got lights from the space craft Pointed in my face like a ray gun Or a quasar far away from where we started I guessed that's what we aimed for We're making memories this year These are the important moments We could be legendary next year, like before we know it And it felt hopeless back then, but we we were always glowing In the dark, that's Oreo-in', mulling four leaf clovers Of course we're smoking Until the worm holes all close in UFOs could take me home, I'm missing my old room UFOs could take me home, I'm missing my old room UFOs could take me home, I'm missing my old room UFOs could take me home, I'm missing my old room UFOs could take me home, I'm missing my old room UFOs could take me home, I'm missing my old room UFOs could take me home, I'm missing my old room UFOs could take me home, I'm missing my old room
Writer(s): Max Byrne, Grace Shaw, Thomas Henry Gaynor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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