Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moat
Performer
Myths of a Thistle
Performer
Til Kolare
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Kroeber
Lyrics
Maximilian König
Composer
Tilman Clemens Köhler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Til Kolare
Producer
Lyrics
I belong with you, you belong with me
We're both keeping our distance, tell ourselves to be free
Freedom isn't bought, so we just gotta believe
We sit beneath the beaches, sip gin and summer wine
Our lonely hearts are wasted, else we all are fine
Eden isn't bought, so we just gotta believe
Why has no one ever taught us to unfold us like a friend?
You are my friend, you are my friend
Oh my lord, good gracious come save us from ourselves
Save us from believing
In the realness of our hells
If justice isn't fraud
Then we just gotta believe
Why has no one ever taught us to unfold us like a friend?
You are my friend, you are my friend
Right up to the end, up to the end, oo-ooh
You are my friend, you are my friend
Right up to the end, right up to the end
You are my friend
Written by: Eric Kroeber, Max Moat, Maximilian König, Tilman Clemens Köhler

