Music Video

Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jack's Mannequin
Jack's Mannequin
Künstler:in
Andrew McMahon
Andrew McMahon
Klavier
Bobby Raw Anderson
Bobby Raw Anderson
Gitarre
Chris Chaney
Chris Chaney
Bass
J. McMillan
J. McMillan
Schlagzeug
Tim Pierce
Tim Pierce
Gitarre
Jamie Muhoberac
Jamie Muhoberac
Tasteninstrumente
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andrew McMahon
Andrew McMahon
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andrew McMahon
Andrew McMahon
Produzent:in
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Jeff Hannan
Jeff Hannan
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Spencer Guerra
Spencer Guerra
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Jim Wirt
Jim Wirt
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
Russ Waugh
Russ Waugh
Ingenieurassistent:in
Steve Rea
Steve Rea
Ingenieurassistent:in
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Bobby Raw Anderson
Bobby Raw Anderson
Co-Produzent:in
J. McMillan
J. McMillan
Co-Produzent:in
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Ingenieur:in
Jim Scott
Jim Scott
Produzent:in
Kevin Dean
Kevin Dean
Ingenieur:in
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mischtechniker:in
Nigel Lundemo
Nigel Lundemo
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Produzent:in

Lyrics

She's a black cat hanging 'round my doorstep I'll need all day tomorrow to recover from today I was boxing with my shadow At a stoplight when the clocks changed It was midnight I was mixed up When she called to drag the lake I think I'm running short on inspiration She's running long on borrowed time We break with speed That girl can read my racing thoughts She asks the questions I take the floor She takes her shots Taught her a lesson About a forced confession We break with speed That girls can read my racing thoughts My racing thoughts My racing thoughts So I'll try to keep her steady now But steady's not her strong suit I was raised going to church But couldn't practice what they preached So I'm hiring a DJ For the eve of our destruction It was midnight I was mixed up When she found me on the beach I think I'm running low on inspiration She's running long on borrowed time We break with speed That girl can read my racing thoughts She asks the questions I take the floor She takes her shots Taught her a lesson About a forced confession We break with speed That girls can read my racing thoughts My racing thoughts My racing thoughts
Writer(s): Andrew Ross Mcmahon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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