Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Max Provenzano
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Max Provenzano
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Max Provenzano
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Broken in time
Your words are mine
I can't lose our hope
Your thoughts are real
May not be shown
If you reveal, I'll laugh
Just think of the ways to show me how
There's a million ways to do it
Share your thoughts on the fridge (oh)
Write your notes on the fridge (oh)
The post-it's, the pictures of us in time
I love you, I miss you
Mother
Clicking into your history
You had a lot of trauma
I do too
Your surgeries
The bottles
The doctors, they lied
The traumatizing moments in your life (oh)
Just thinks of ways to show me how
There's a million ways to do it
Share your thoughts on the fridge (oh)
Write your notes on the fridge (oh)
The post-it's, the pictures of us in time
I love you, I miss you
Mother
And even if we find a way out of this hell
The silhouettes will haunt me for life
Share your thoughts on the fridge (oh)
Write your notes on the fridge (oh, yeah)
Share your thoughts on the fridge (oh)
Write your notes on the fridge (oh)
The post-it's, the pictures of us in time
I love you, I miss you
Mother
Written by: Max Provenzano