音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Max Trepanier
和声
Aidan Morris
吉他
Christian Lascelles
鼓
Arthur Araujo
贝斯
Phil Hulan
吉他
作曲和作词
Max Trepanier
词曲作者
Aidan Morris
词曲作者
Christian Lascelles
词曲作者
Arthur Araujo
词曲作者
Phil Hulan
词曲作者
制作和工程
Thomas D'Arcy
制作人
Dan Weston
母带工程师
歌词
Hoped you'd remember
I was in the other room
Blending in with plants and other shadows that linger
By the door, wondering where you went
Judged by all of the picture frames
Strangers who don't care for my name
A houseful of would be lovers
Yet I can't find the guts to say a thing
Ain't this amusing?
Talking to the walls
They're going to find me out
They're going to see me drown
And it feels like I'm just losing myself
Biting my tongue not to talk out of time
Wasting nights with me, myself, and lies
Can't sink much deeper
Into this couch, this room
The weight of glazed eyes looming
Through hazy lights the butterflies spill
Out of my stomach and ruin my clothes (my clothes), my hair (my hair)
All the facades I like to wear
Another house feeling stranger
And I can't find the right words to save face
Ain't this amusing?
Talking to the walls
They're going to find me out
They're going to see me drown
And it feels like I'm just losing myself
Biting my tongue not to talk out of time
Wasting nights with me, myself, and lies
Just me, myself, and lies
Oh me, myself, and lies
Oh lies
They're going to find me out
They're going to see me drown
And it feels like I'm just losing myself
Biting my tongue not to talk out of time
Wasting nights with me, myself, and lies
Written by: Aidan Morris, Arthur Araujo, Christian Lascelles, Max Trepanier, Philip Hulan


