Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hurt
Hurt
Performer
Dave Watts
Dave Watts
Drum Programming
Dave Klotz
Dave Klotz
Programming
Jonathan Loren Wince
Jonathan Loren Wince
Violin
Paul Spatola
Paul Spatola
Piano
Joshua Ansley
Joshua Ansley
Bass Guitar
Evan Johns
Evan Johns
Drums
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Novi Novog
Novi Novog
Performer
Larry Tuttle
Larry Tuttle
Performer
Brian Winshell
Brian Winshell
Programming
Valerie Carter
Valerie Carter
Additional Vocals
Machan Taylor
Machan Taylor
Additional Vocals
Elaine Caswell
Elaine Caswell
Additional Vocals
Eyvonne Williams-Hines
Eyvonne Williams-Hines
Additional Vocals
Lynn Fiddmont-Linsey
Lynn Fiddmont-Linsey
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Loren Wince
Jonathan Loren Wince
String Arranger
Dave Klotz
Dave Klotz
String Arranger
Novi Novog
Novi Novog
String Arranger
Larry Tuttle
Larry Tuttle
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Greedy
Eric Greedy
Producer
Tom Lewis
Tom Lewis
Engineer
Jason Benham
Jason Benham
Assistant Recording Engineer
Cecil Gregory
Cecil Gregory
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Gloady
Tom Gloady
Assistant Recording Engineer
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Mixing Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Netti
John Netti
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Travis Jameson
Travis Jameson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Once, there was an old ocean
Where anyone who saw it
Grew old, with the sea
And, we were terrified of water
And of, all the sons and daughters
No one dared to see
On the banks, of the coastline
I tracked a bleeding loved one
Whose blood, blood was mingling
In the saltiest of waters
'Cause, apparently they faltered
Never again, to be seen
So I cry
I tried
I cry
'Cause, eyes cry
This old warship has wounds and
It won't sail for nothin'
An old sailor, said to me
And I was foolish not to listen
And paid such close conscription
And all the lies I believed
But if you lend me some more labor
And you put your name on paper
We just might catch a breeze
I know now he was not a Captain
Now because of all my actions
I grow alone with the sea
Ooh-hoo
Ohh-hoo
And I've strangely become immune
To the thought of seeing you
And the smell of cheap perfume
With all the liquor I've consumed
There's no more beauty in this world
There's no more beauty in this world
Because I've strangely become immune
To the thought of seeing you
And the smell of cheap perfume
With all the liquor I've consumed
There's no more beauty in this
There's no more beauty in this
There's no more beauty in this world
Because I've strangely become immune
To the thought of seeing you
Well the smell of sweet perfume
Is just a riddle on the moon
There's no more beauty in this
There's no more beauty in this
There's no more beauty in this world
Oh ah
Oh ah
There's no more beauty in this
There's no more beauty in this
There's no more beauty in this world
But I tried
I cried
I tried
And eyes cry
There's no more beauty in this
There's no more beauty in this
There's no more beauty in this... world
Written by: Jonathan Loren Wince
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