Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben McKee
Bass Guitar
Dan Reynolds
Lead Vocals
Daniel Platzman
Drums
Wayne Sermon
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Randolph
Songwriter
Dan Reynolds
Songwriter
Wayne Sermon
Songwriter
Ben McKee
Songwriter
Daniel Platzman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Randolph
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Sean Cook
Recording Engineer
David Tolomei
Recording Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
She says that the world is a broken mess
And it's always on her mind
She cries at the news when the shots ring out
Oh, every single time
And no, I cannot fix it
No, I cannot make it stop
So I said, "Hey, turn your phone off
Won't you look me in my eye?
Can't we live that real life, real life?
Oh, hey, turn your phone off
Won't you look me in my eye?
Can't we live that real life, real life?"
She prays on her knees as the towers fall
To a God she does not know
She's begging Him to stop the mess
As the Boston bombs will blow
She says, "How can I ever believe
In something that would step aside and watch?"
And I got no words to say
'Cause I think I lost my faith
But I fake it for the day
Oh, everything will be okay
But no, I cannot fix it
And I cannot make it stop
So I said, "Hey, turn your phone off
Won't you look me in my eye?
Can't we live that real life, real life?
Oh, hey, turn your phone off
Won't you look me in my eye?
Can't we live that real life, real life?"
I wish I had the answers
Something you could hold to
The only thing that's real to me is you
Turn your phone off
Won't you look me in my eye?
Can't we live that real life, real life?
Oh, hey, turn your phone off
Won't you look me in my eye?
Can't we live that real life, real life?
Oh, hey
(Real life)
Real life, real life, oh, hey
Real life, real life, oh, hey
Writer(s): Daniel Coulter Reynolds, Daniel Wayne Sermon, Benjamin Arthur Mckee, Daniel James Platzman, Tim Randolph
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