制作
出演艺人
Wood Belly
表演者
作曲和作词
Brennan Mackey
词曲作者
Aaron McCloskey
词曲作者
Chris Ryan Weist
词曲作者
Dylan French
词曲作者
Christopher Peter Zink
词曲作者
制作和工程
Wood Belly
制作人
歌词
I was raised on the promise
Of a brighter day
Now I pace through the hallways
Of this dimly lit chalet
Where the rain drops drippin’
On my dinner plate
And the table legs are shakin’
On top the king of spades
What a way to go
When you’re out here on your own
Please tell me that you see my heart breaking
I’m a blackening sea
Watching the sun disappear
As the gulls fly high on their way back home
Fell in love around St. Louis
Under a vacant sky
As the mariachi music
Rose through the city lights
She was a self help junkie
Smoked a pack a day
And wondering why the good times
Were never here to stay
What a way to go
When you’re out here on your own
Please tell me that you see my heart breaking
I’m a blackening sea
Watching the sun disappear
As the gulls fly high on their way back home
Coulda been a rine-stone cowboy
Tearing up the road
Or a governor in a county
Where the rich folks never go
I was gettin’ high in West Virginia
Playin’ banjo in LA
When her green eyes reminded me
This ain’t no living wage
What a way to go
When you’re out here on your own
Please tell me that you see my heart breaking
I’m a blackening sea
Watching the sun disappear
As the gulls fly high on their way back home
As the gulls fly high on their way back home
Written by: Aaron McCloskey, Brennan Mackey, Chris Ryan Weist, Christopher Peter Zink, Dylan French