Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amelia White
Lead Vocals
Kim Richey
Drums
Billy Harvey
Electric Bass Guitar
Marc Pisapia
Drums
Doug Lancio
Electric Guitar
Dan Mitchell
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amelia White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kim Richey
Producer
Lyrics
I lost that big fish job
Was gonna pay off my debtors
Got a hole in my pocket so big I'm losing everything that matters
My girls gone cold
No sweet goodbyes in the mornings
Now the sound of her engine starting up is like an early warning
I watch the sun melt slow
Then she sinks to the bottom of the ocean
She goes down low
There's nothing i can do about it
Nothing i can do
Men out on beach
Cast lines for the big one
They're as patient as that mamma bird sitting on her eggs outside the kitchen
I watch the sun melt slow
Then she sinks to the bottom of the ocean
She goes down low
And there's nothing i can do about it
Nothing i can do
Turn my eyes to the skies above
Ask for anything close to love
Throw a stone to the changing tides
There's nothing i can do about it
Nothing i can do
There's nothing i can do about it
Turn my eyes to the skies above
ask for anything close to love
throw a stone at the changing tides
There's nothing i can do about it
Nothing i can do
There's nothing i can do about it
Nothing i can do
Nothing I can do about it
Nothing I can do
Nothing I can do about it
Written by: Amelia White