Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Yorio
Andrew Yorio
Guitar
Michael Marcagi
Michael Marcagi
Vocals
The Heavy Hours
The Heavy Hours
Performer
Jonathan Todd Moon
Jonathan Todd Moon
Bass
Ian Malott
Ian Malott
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Yorio
Andrew Yorio
Composer
Michael Marcagi
Michael Marcagi
Composer
Jonathan Todd Moon
Jonathan Todd Moon
Composer
Ian Malott
Ian Malott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adrian Olsen
Adrian Olsen
Producer
Ed Brooks
Ed Brooks
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
An angel will not cast a spell
She tells the truth and it's straight from Hell
The maiden is cold
A tale best untold
The wishin' well is far from here
It's close to home, it'll cost an ear
The ocean is weak
A man incomplete
I may be your anger
I may be, I said
I'm too scared to know
[Instrumental]
Get me up from the bottom shelf
A timely drink after show-and-tell
A twenty-year-old
A gaze best left cold
The marching band, the distant rain
A diamond band down the sink
A dotted line below
A day with no snow
And maybe you're happy
And maybe you're sweet
I'm too scared to know
[Instrumental]
My girl, she's got a way
A way of sayin' things
And she drips like honey straight down the drain
She can make a dead man sing
She wears that dress around
Some days I'd rather drown
And grasp for air while I'm in her hair
I can feel it goin' down
And she's gonna be the dream inside my home
I was spoon-fed, young and weak and fully-grown
Well, she gon'
Be the mountain that I call home
And I raise our flag
And we don't
Drain the fountain
Of our days away
[Instrumental]
Well, she gon'
Be the mountain that I call home
And I raise our flag
And we don't
Drain the fountain
Of our days away
Written by: Andrew Yorio, Ian Malott, Jonathan Todd Moon, Michael Marcagi
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