Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Atlas Genius
Künstler:in
Frederik Thaae
Gitarre
Keith William Hamilton Jeffery
Bass
Michael Jeffery
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Frederik Thaae
Songwriter:in
Keith William Hamilton Jeffery
Songwriter:in
Michael Jeffery
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Atlas Genius
Produzent:in
Frederik Thaae
Produzent:in
Mike Duncan
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Dylan Morgan
Ingenieurassistent:in
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Andrew Maury
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
Lies that imply the space
We'll be friends with the enemies
Lost in your sense of taste
Did you know you were next to me?
Labor days, wounded hearts
How we fade, how false we start
I'm stuck on this Long Island beach
Where I'll make an army for my enemies
A faint disarray of intention
And I'm a guest of your invention
What's the rest of this dance?
Does the promise of this just end?
Just to we get what we can
Well there's too much within your head
Labor days, wounded hearts
How we fade, how false we start
I'm stuck on this Long Island beach
Where I'll make an army for my enemies
Cut the loss, cut the time
I don't ask, behind your eyes
Shadow bonds can make a friend
How I missed the shadow games
Labor days, wounded hearts
How we fade, how false we start
I'm stuck on this Long Island beach
Where I'll make an army for my enemies
Written by: Frederik Thaae, Keith William Hamilton Jeffery, Michael Jeffery