Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Blue Ridge Band
Blue Ridge Band
Künstler:in
Trudy
Trudy
Leadgesang
Jérémy Plante
Jérémy Plante
Leadgesang
Martin Aubin
Martin Aubin
E-Gitarre
Eric Lemelin
Eric Lemelin
E-Gitarre
Samuel Jalbert-Raymond
Samuel Jalbert-Raymond
Schlagzeug
Mario Lafrance
Mario Lafrance
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jérémy Plante
Jérémy Plante
Songwriter:in
Martin Aubin
Martin Aubin
Komponist:in
Trudy Simoneau
Trudy Simoneau
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Martin Aubin
Martin Aubin
Produzent:in
Mike Cervantes
Mike Cervantes
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

It never felt like a mistake
It was never for show
Caught your eyes through the haze and the smoke
But held my ground on to you
 
I felt the pull of something magical
Like a spell I couldn’t let go
Chemical and undeniable
Just a glimpse of what we could’ve been
 
Some fires burn bright but aren’t meant to hold
A spark that we shared but we’ll never know
If our feelings were right, but the timing was wrong
Yeah, it feels like a summer
Like a breeze on an ember
Yeah, some fires burn bright, but ours
will be remembered
as it flickers out of sight
 
I pictured us on the highway
Chasing the open sky
Burning gas and the miles rolled away
We claimed our own piece of time
 
I felt the pull of something magical
Like a spell I couldn’t let go
Chemical and undeniable
But you had to walk away
 
Some fires burn bright but aren’t meant to hold
A spark that we shared but we’ll never know
If our feelings were right, but the timing was wrong
It wasn’t forever, but it’s still something Yeah
Yeah, it feels like a summer
Like a breeze on an ember
Yeah, some fires burn bright, but ours
will be remembered
as it flickers out of sight
 
A glance that lingered,
a step never taken
A story that begins with the end
Some fires burn bright but aren’t meant to hold
A spark that we shared but we’ll never know
If our feelings were right, but the timing was wrong
It wasn’t forever, but it’s still something Yeah
Yeah, it feels like a summer
Like a breeze on an ember
Yeah, some fires burn bright, but ours
will be remembered
as it flickers out of sight
Written by: Jérémy Plante, Martin Aubin, Trudy Simoneau
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