Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Sean Rowe
Stimme und Gesang
Jeremy Boettcher
E-Bassgitarre
Courtney Hartman
E-Gitarre
Shane Leonard
Schlagzeug
Ben Lester
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Troy Prohl
Klavier
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sean Rowe
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Troy Prohl
Produzent:in
Lyrics
The ol black hole's a comin'
You just start digging
Now you’re onto something
And you
Can't put your finger on it
When you do
That's when you don't want it
But you're
Not coming to your senses
You don't care what the sign on the fence says
And you
Almost took the gold
When your flashlight batteries just went cold
Whoa I looked everywhere
You sent me down the rabbit hole
Whoa I looked everywhere
But I only got his foot
Then I let him go
Where's the bad tone
And the good distortion
It's not the right feel
Not the right proportion
I'm so
Bored of this fake talking
Looking for something for my mind
To walk in
I got this
Perfect imperfection
The right face
With the wrong reflection
And I almost took the gold
But these flashlight batteries just went cold
Whoa I looked everywhere
You sent me down the rabbit hole
Whoa I looked everywhere
But I only got his foot
Then I let him go
The sun and my sweat are flirting
I tried to clean up
Ah but nothing's working
I'm a
Blind mole
Cutting through the ground
You’d think I’d find my way
Or be in China now
And I almost took the gold
But these flashlight batteries just went cold
Whoa I looked everywhere
You sent me down the rabbit hole
Whoa I looked everywhere
But I only got his foot
Then I let him go
Written by: Sean Rowe