Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lottery Winners
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thom Rylance
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tristan Ivemy
Producer
Thom Rylance
Producer
Lyrics
It's like a burning house and I'm just sitting Chilling out as it all burns down around me Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on Chilling out as it all burns down around me Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on Chilling out as it all burns down around me Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Well, I cried for you in a New York bar
As if my pain could stretch that far
From Crosby Street straight to your sheets It just might wake you from your sleep The wind is blowing, hot and cold
And who am I? I don't know Do I still belong to you?
Or am I only longing to?
It's like a burning house and I'm just sitting Chilling out as it all burns down around me Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on Chilling out as it all burns down around me Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on Chilling out as it all burns down around me Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on
On the couch the couch the couch the couch
On the couch the couch the couch the couch
Chilling out as it all burns down around me
The blinding lights upon Time Square Are black and white without you there Nothing more than piles of stone
Left neglected, overgrown
The buzzy streets feel cold and weak The city needs its beauty sleep
Do I still belong to you?
Or am I only longing to?
It's like a burning house and I'm just sitting on the couch Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on the couch Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on the couch Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on the couch Chilling out as it all burns down around me
It's burning down around me
And my heart is pounding
The curtains are on fire, all I am is tired
And the pictures of you
Will be smoldering soon
As they slide out of view they look nothing like they used to Ooh, but it's nothing to be sad about
It's nothing to be sad about
It's like a burning house and I'm just sitting on the couch Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on the couch Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on the couch Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Chilling out, chilling out, chilling out As it all burns down around me
Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on the couch Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Like a burning house and I'm just sitting on the couch Chilling out as it all burns down around me
Written by: Thom Rylance
