Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Noah Harris
Keyboards
Dominic Buckham
Electric Bass Guitar
Vince McIntyre
Electric Guitar
Albert Salt
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Harris
Songwriter
Dominic Buckham
Songwriter
Vince McIntyre
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Swain
Producer
Lyrics
You don't sing at home
As much as I would like
But I hear you in the morning
When you take the dog outside
You don't say his name
As much as I would think
When it hits your lips
It stings a bit
It makes me want to scream
And you said
I know you from all over
And what if we'd not met until this show here
And I want to tell you I adore you
You don't like your hair
The day that it is washed
Cause it just feels too silky smooth
Yeah it just feels too soft
You're smaller than I thought
And smarter than you think
And you smile like a tree frog when you've had too much to drink
And you said
I'd know you from all over
And what if we'd not met until this show here
And I want to tell you I adore you
Stuck inside my head again
Falling at your feet
You're mixing your earl grey again
With english breakfast tea
It's stuck inside your head again
The song about the moon
Singing it's alright
If you don't mind
Cause i'll be over soon.
It's stuck inside my head again
The boys with boring names
If we don't get to sleep real soon
Tomorrow I'm to blame.
It's stuck inside my head again
It's caught under your feet
Screaming it's alright
If you don't mind
I'm falling at the seams
Stuck inside my head again
Falling at your feet
I'm mixing the mixed messages
I'm staring at the screen
Was I inside your dreams again
Pulling out your teeth?
Singing it's alright
If I don't don't mind
I'm counting all your sheep
Stuck inside all day again
We're sleeping at your place
Thinking it's alright if you don't mind
We're running out of space
Writer(s): Dominic Buckham, Noah Harris, Vince Mcintyre
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