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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wytches
The Wytches
Lead Vocals
Bill Ryder-Jones
Bill Ryder-Jones
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristian Bell
Kristian Bell
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kristian Bell
Kristian Bell
Producer
Luke Oldfield
Luke Oldfield
Mixing Engineer
Bill Ryder-Jones
Bill Ryder-Jones
Producer

Lyrics

You could speak without talking and weep without leaking Your laughter is growing, plans are expanding Your eyes were not working when you led us to the garden We knew where we were going, in separate directions But you led the way to that We were a dying breed of lovers with no needs We should've hung around together When the walls were all closing I undid your dress, you climbed up my jeans We wept for each other Still with no needs But you led the way to that I hold onto your words like they were rules from a book I cleaned up my things and dropped them on the way home And now you're a dream I'm too scared to have Because if I do then in the morning I'd walk back To that sentimental park where I ate from your hands You showed me what the truth is, I still don't understand And now I'm dwelling on the past with a bottle on my lap Shouting at the wall because he's shouting at me back I'm gonna finish up this fag, stub it out on my hand So I can fall asleep fast in a bed of broken glass Like a fire I roll Over to the ground No one wants to put me out Because I never made a sound Dead love is all we are Throw me on the floor Show me to the door Dead love is all we are Throw me on the floor Show me to the door Dead love is all we are
Writer(s): Kristian Bell, Daniel Rumsey, Gianni Honey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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