Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Royal Concept
The Royal Concept
Performer
Magnus Nilsson
Magnus Nilsson
Electric Bass Guitar
Povel Olsson
Povel Olsson
Drums
David Larsson
David Larsson
Vocals
Filip Bekic
Filip Bekic
Guitar
Jonas Jurström
Jonas Jurström
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Magnus Nilsson
Magnus Nilsson
Composer
Povel Olsson
Povel Olsson
Composer
David Larsson
David Larsson
Songwriter
Filip Bekic
Filip Bekic
Songwriter
Jonas Jurström
Jonas Jurström
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonas Jurström
Jonas Jurström
Producer

Lyrics

You've been sitting lonely wondering
About the things to come when the love is gone
And I've been overhearing rumors about you
I don't wanna know, do I wanna know?
We've been hiding in your hideout
Barely conscious of what the outside knows
I'm gonna keep on drowning in your eyes
Until you fall asleep, am I in too deep?
You got a diamond cut and there's blood on my sheets
I want to shake it, shake it up, put my heart on the sleep
And now the embers on fire, and we're back in the bed
Let the good times come, let the good times in
It's such an empty word, and I'm sick of the game
I feel your PTSD and it's coming my way
The more you want to follow me, the less I'm ready to get
Let the good times come, let the good times in
Driving down to Mexico
To get away from you, for a night or two
You said I lost my case, (let me go) then you kissed my face
It's hard to stay just friends on the weekends
I've been upsetting you from far away, and I know
That I've been overthinking what to say
You gotta tell me, tell me, tell me what I don't understand
Shut me up, tear me down, no I won't turn around
You got a diamond cut and there's blood on my sheets
I want to shake it, shake it up, put my heart on the sleep
And now the embers on fire, and we're back in the bed
Let the good times come, let the good times in
It's such an empty word, and I'm sick of the game
I feel your PTSD and it's coming my way
The more you want to follow me, the less I'm ready to get
Let the good times come, let the good times in
Let the good times come, let the good times in
It's such an empty word, and I'm sick of the game
I feel your PTSD and it's coming my way
The more you want to follow me, the less I'm ready to get
Let the good times come, let the good times in
Written by: David Larsson, Filip Bekic, Jonas Jurström, Magnus Nilsson, Povel Olsson
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