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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Noah Harris
Noah Harris
Leadgesang
Dominic Buckham
Dominic Buckham
E-Bassgitarre
Vince McIntyre
Vince McIntyre
E-Gitarre
Albert Salt
Albert Salt
Geige
Rhiannon Atkinson-Howatt
Rhiannon Atkinson-Howatt
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Noah Harris
Noah Harris
Songwriter:in
Dominic Buckham
Dominic Buckham
Songwriter:in
Vince McIntyre
Vince McIntyre
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sam Swain
Sam Swain
Produzent:in
Adam Dempsey
Adam Dempsey
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

I subscribe to the message you left
that you're feeling bereft
that the moneys been spent
And I worship the tat on your ankles
I can see through your sandals and socks
when you came back in
And we know you could cure cancer
but you don't see the answer in calling it in.
I've heard it all before
It's raining in the bed
I can't believe my luck
I'll sleep until I'm dead
As small as you can go
You're curled up on the bed
She doesn't sleep so well
I'll sleep until I'm dead.
Next door is the boy who still loves you
and you text him sometimes
when you're bored in the nude.
You swear that the strings have been cut
but I hear them be plucked
When I'm in the other room.
And I've heard it all before
It's raining in the bed
I can't believe my luck
I'll sleep until I'm dead
As small as you can go
You're curled up on the bed
She doesn't sleep so well
I'll sleep until I'm dead.
And if I'm open
I am hoping
I'll keep my head on you
For another moment
I'll keep my head at your place
And my heart in a vase
I've heard it all before
It's raining in the bed
I can't believe my luck
I'll sleep until I'm dead
As small as you can go
You're curled up on the bed
She doesn't sleep so well
I'll sleep until I'm dead.
And if I'm open
I am
Written by: Dominic Buckham, Noah Harris, Vince McIntyre
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