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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crawlers
Crawlers
Performer
Holly Minto
Holly Minto
Vocals
Amy Woodall
Amy Woodall
Electric Guitar
Liv May
Liv May
Bass
Harry Breen
Harry Breen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pete Robertson
Pete Robertson
Composer
Amy Woodall
Amy Woodall
Composer
Harry Breen
Harry Breen
Composer
Holly Minto
Holly Minto
Composer
Liv May
Liv May
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Robertson
Pete Robertson
Producer
Tom Roach
Tom Roach
Mixing Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Am I alone, falling for you?
And if I didn't, I couldn't
If I didn't, I wouldn't
And in my head, I say that you're falling too
To just entertain it
Just like we were famous
And now I'm helpless and I'm naked again
To help the things that I'm feeling
The past that I'm grieving
But your face looks like theirs in the light
Maybe that's why there's distance
It's my body's resistance
Call it love, call it anything you like
But it feels right, it feels right, it feels right
Call it love, call it anything you like
But it feels right, it feels right, it feels right
(Call it love)
Drunk words are sober thoughts
But if I said what I'm thinking
You'd ask what I'm drinking
It's not like anything that I've felt before
But when we were touching
It's like there was nothing
I wanna live life how I did as a child
I've realized I'm asking, it was you that I'm asking
Do you want me to change just so you could like me?
'Cause nobody likes me
If not for my body
Call it love, call it anything you like
But it feels right, it feels right, it feels right
Call it love, call it anything you like
But it feels right, it feels right, it feels right
Call it love, call it anything you like
But it feels right, it feels right, it feels right
Call it love, call it anything you like
But it feels right, it feels right, it feels right
But now I'd rather not loved at all
And all the pieces you took from me, God, they couldn't survive the fall
I'll rebuild them with new hands, but baby, they don't fit with mine like yours
Now all the passer-by lovers just make me hate myself some more
But we called it love (call it love, call it anything you like)
We called it love (call it love, call it anything you like)
We called it love (call it love, call it anything you like)
We called it love (call it love, call it anything you like)
We called it love
We called it love
We called it love
Written by: Amy Woodall, Harry Breen, Holly Minto, Liv May, Olivia Kettle, Pete Robertson
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