Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Valley
Performer
Mike Brandolino
Guitar
Rob Laska
Guitar
Karah James
Drums
Lorenzo Polese
Saxophone
Michael Brandolino
Guitar
Alexander DiMauro
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Brandolino
Composer
Robert Sowinski
Composer
Alexander DiMauro
Composer
Karah McGillivray
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Seltzer
Producer
Mike Brandolino
Producer
Rob Laska
Producer
Karah James
Producer
Jason Dufour
Mixing Engineer
Michael Brandolino
Producer
Alexander DiMauro
Producer
Lyrics
I'd like to call you on the way home
Another precious call to waste on my mouth
My chances tugging me by the shoulder
But there's no one home to let you in or let me out
(There's still a light in the house)
I saw a face so close to mine in Chelsea market
There's something about her and there's something about it
There's a million ways to pass the day on a concrete island
We try to get pass it, just stuck in the traffic
Swing your conscience, pull the lever
Maybe talking's not the feature
(There's still a light in the house)
I'd like to call you on the way home
Another precious call to waste on my mouth
My chances tugging me by the shoulder
But there's no one home to let you in or let me out
(There's still a light in the house)
(There's still a light in the house)
It's such a waste to watch you slide out in the hallway
And breakdown in the house
On the street and apartment
We share a light 'cause you're alone and in the same clothes
With the blur of the tunnel and the blur of the mirror
Swing your conscience, pull the lever
Maybe talking's not the feature
(There's still a light in the house)
I'd like to call you on the way home
Another precious call to waste on my mouth
My chances tugging me by the shoulder
But there's no one home to let you in or let me out
(There's still a light in the house)
(There's still a light in the house)
(There's still a light in the house)
When she cries she brings the storm in
I kind of like the way it pours
Three o'clock I'm calling Anna
She's telling me, "Come on, move on"
In the Brooklyn light, we're just passers by
Her hands on my shoulder, it all feels right
'Cause you found me there
With your new cut hair
Is it New York? Or Heaven?
I can't think twice now
I'd like to call you on the way home
Another precious call to waste on my mouth
(Maybe talkings not the feature)
My chances tugging me by the shoulder
But there's no one home to let you in or let me out
(There's still a light in the house)
Writer(s): Michael John Brandolino, Karah Mcgillivray, Robert Sowinski, Alexander Joseph Dimauro
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