Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Scheijen
Guitar
Gijs Smeets
Vocals
Vincent Kuijpers
Guitar
Jan te Velde
Electric Bass Guitar
Teun Wolfs
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Scheijen
Songwriter
Gijs Smeets
Songwriter
Vincent Kuijpers
Songwriter
Jan te Velde
Songwriter
Teun Wolfs
Songwriter
Lyrics
My throat's as dry as the air I breathe
I want to move but I'm stuck underneath
The weight of this boulder that fell on my shoulder
As I keep thinking over and over
A single sip, even just a drop
To make the hallucinations stop
My brain tells my eyes to see
A drop of rain to kill the pain in me
A drop of rain to kill the pain
And should these waters never come
And the sand around me is what I become
No sense of time, it feels like forever
One hundred and twenty-seven
My arm just feels like a curse now
I'll have to take it off somehow
Can I stand watching the blood flow
At this point I'd do anything just to get home
And should these waters never come
And the sand around me is what I become
No sense of time, it feels like forever
These one hundred and twenty-seven hours
Have broken me apart
And should these waters never come
And the sand around me is what I become
No sense of time, it feels like forever
One hundred and twenty-seven
These one hundred and twenty-seven hours
Have broken me in two
Writer(s): Gijs Smeets
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