Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Conor Thornton
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
You're in over your head kid
I wouldn't bet that hand
I know how this ends
And so do you
A big deal in my books
A license to steal, I feel
Tentative
Half real
Give me your coordinates
My heart got its' wires crossed
You let the message machine
Take your hearts' fateful call
You weren't there to answer
You weren't there at all
Your dreams came true
Then they fell from your hands
And you look back now
On what you had
Give me your coordinates
My heart got its' wires crossed
It's the antithesis
To what I said it was
Written by: Conor Thornton