Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Les Priest
Synthesiser Programming
Jake Goss
Drums
Paul Klein
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Klein
Songwriter
Jake Goss
Songwriter
Les Priest
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LANY
Producer
Lyrics
I wanna love it, but I just can't
Shot down when our souls began to dance
November upstairs, what do you mean?
Calm down, you're the one that lied to me
You prayed to God and I trusted that
I gave it up and now I can't ever get it back
And all your friends on Sunday morning
Do they have a clue? Wish I could have got a warning
This can't be the end
If it ends like this, you win
Overtime, overtime
Forgive, my God, I'm tryin'
This can't be the end
If it ends like this, you win
Overtime, overtime
Forgive, my God, I'm tryin'
It was magic on the first touch
Turned tragic when I caught you coverin' up
Tell me how you put those tears in your eyes
Grand Central downstairs, skippin' work that night
You prayed to God and I trusted that
I gave it up and now I can't ever get it back
And all your friends on Sunday morning
Do they have a clue? Wish I could have got a warning
This can't be the end
If it ends like this, you win
Overtime, overtime
Forgive, my God, I'm tryin'
This can't be the end
If it ends like this, you win
Overtime, overtime
Forgive, my God, I'm tryin'
This can't be the end
If it ends like this, you win
Overtime, overtime
Forgive, my God, I'm tryin'
This can't be the end
If it ends like this, you win
Overtime, overtime
Forgive, my God, I'm tryin'
Writer(s): Jake Clifford Goss, Les Priest, Paul Klein
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