Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joy Woods
Joy Woods
Performer
Pete Donovan
Pete Donovan
Bass
Emily Brausa
Emily Brausa
Cello
Sylvia d'Avanzo
Sylvia d'Avanzo
Violin
Geoffrey Ko
Geoffrey Ko
Keyboards
Hidayat Honari
Hidayat Honari
Guitar
Marc Copely
Marc Copely
Guitar
Lynette Wardle
Lynette Wardle
Harp
Shane Sullivan
Shane Sullivan
Percussion
JULIE PACHECO
JULIE PACHECO
Reeds
Orlando Wells
Orlando Wells
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Composer
Kimberlee Wertz
Kimberlee Wertz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Producer
Derik Lee
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Carmel Dean
Carmel Dean
Producer
John Clancy
John Clancy
Producer
Kevin McCollum
Kevin McCollum
Producer
Kurt Deutsch
Kurt Deutsch
Producer

Lyrics

What happens to a person who forgets how to breathe?
Who forgets who she is? Who forgets where she is?
Where am I?
The bathroom, oh my God
What happens to a person who cannot believe what she sees?
I cannot believe what I see
What I see can't be
But there it is in black and white
You've made that house a home
And I know that I should let it go and walk away
But I need to know
Is someone living with you?
Is someone washing the dishes and laughing?
And is someone holding you in the night
In their arms
In a room
In the house?
What happens to a person who's gonna be married in a week
To a man that she loves?
Married in a week
What happens to a person like that?
To a person like that?
To a person like me?
But there it is in black and white
You've made that place your own
Is someone living with you?
Is someone hearing you hum while you're cooking?
And is someone holding you in the night
In their arms
In a room
In the house that I see in my head?
When I'm wide awake in my bed
This is insane
This isn't who I should be
Who should I be?
Is someone living with you?
Is someone sleeping and waking beside you?
And is someone loving you?
And are you loving them too?
And are you loving them, loving them
Loving them too
In the night
In a room
In the house
In our home?
Written by: Ingrid Michaelson
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