Apparaît dans
Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
ROSÉ
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chae Young Park
Songwriter:in
Jason Evigan
Songwriter:in
Wayne Hector
Songwriter:in
Freddy Wexler
Songwriter:in
Gian Stone
Songwriter:in
Ben Fielding
Songwriter:in
Dean Ussher
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
ROSÉ
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Freddy Wexler
Produzent:in
Gian Stone
Produzent:in
Bryce Bordone
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Will Quinnell
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Serban Ghenea
Mischtechniker:in
Paroles
And it crept up on us in the way that it does
And the moment disappeared
In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust
Now the roses don't grow here
I guess that love does what it wants
And that's just too bad for us
Was it all just sleight of hand?
Another trick that fate has played on us again
Two heads in the sand
I hear you talking, but I just can't understand
Caught in no man's land between the wires
Coming under friendly fire
Can't go forward, can't go back again (back again)
And it crept up on us in the way that it does
And the moment disappeared
In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust
Now the roses don't grow here
I guess that love does what it wants
And that's just too bad for us
Flying high with both eyes closed
Almost touched the sun, I guess we got too close
Now I'm dancing on my own
But the music's not as good when you're alone
Caught in no man's land between the wires
Coming under friendly fire
Can't go forward, can't go back again
And it crept up on us in the way that it does
And the moment disappeared
In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust
Now the roses don't grow here
I guess that love does what it wants
And that's just too bad for us
We wanna talk, but we don't wanna listen
We play pretend, but we both know it's missing
If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute
At least that's what I tell myself
We wanna talk, but we don't wanna listen
We play pretend, but we both know it's missin'
If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute
At least that's what I tell myself
And it crept up on us in the way that it does
And the moment disappeared
In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust
Now the roses don't grow here
I guess that love does what it wants
And that's just too bad for us
Writer(s): Wayne Anthony Hector, Benjamin David Fielding, Freddy Wexler, Jason Gregory Evigan, Dean Michael Ussher, Gian Michael Stone, Rose
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