Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Performer
Leah Shapiro
Drums
Peter Hayes
Vocals
Robert Levon Been
Vocals
Chris Goss
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leah Shapiro
Composer
Robert Levon Been
Composer
Peter Hayes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Mixing Engineer
Leah Shapiro
Producer
Peter Hayes
Producer
Robert Levon Been
Producer
Michael Patterson
Mixing Engineer
Paul Logus
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Your love was always yours to give
We'll start another war
But you always wondered perfectly
What you're living for
Your eyes have wept a thousand tears
You never needed mine
The crime is never what you steal
But what you leave behind
And maybe I'm too blind to see
The line was always crossing me
And maybe I'm too far to reach
But what's inside of you's the same as me
Oh, oh, oh
When the soul dies, it burns like the page
Sweet birds, in the cage
Sweet birds, in the cage
Sweet birds, in the cage
Sweet birds, in the cage
Sweet birds, in the cage
Sweet birds, in the cage
Your soul was only yours to keep
It's barely in you now
The bullet from the shell it leaves
It strips it to the ground
And maybe I'm too blind to see
The fire is all that walks with me
And maybe I'm too starved and weak
What's inside of you's the same as me
Oh, oh, oh
It's a place, where we all belong
Gives rise to our very own
It's a call, in the air we breathe
A sign to the everything
It's a call, from where we've gone
To a place, we've always known
It's a sign everywhere you go
It's a call when all have gone
To a place where all are from
It's a call to our very own
Gives rise with everyone
It's a path we've always known
Gives way to everything
Gives rise to the night
Gives way to the everything
Takes hold to the all we know
Gives way to the night
Gives rise to the everything
Written by: Leah Shapiro, Peter Hayes, Robert Levon Been


