Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Selina Doran
Songwriter
Kevin Nagel
Songwriter
Noam Wallenberg
Songwriter
Kasey Gandham
Songwriter
Tom Goier
Songwriter
Jeff Mills
Songwriter
Lyrics
All my friends got debts to pay
With any luck we'll settle up
Before the bells ring out on judgement day
I can't ignore this aching need to get out
When all our Sundays start to look the same
Holy hellfire take away
All my fears and all my change
There will come a woeful reckoning hour
When the last train out of here is miles away
Where will you be when the sky turns red?
Thanks for the mess, thanks for the nightmares we all get
It looks so easy breaking our backs
Thanks for the mess, thanks for the nightmares we all get
How long have I looked at this screen today?
And who made the damn thing anyway?
It wasn't me, it wasn't you
Starting wars we didn't choose
You did your job, is that your best excuse?
Where will you be when the sky turns red?
Thanks for the mess, thanks for the nightmares we all get
It looks so easy breaking our backs
Thanks for the mess, thanks for the nightmares we all get
What goes on it goes on
When we go it alone
I believe we can change
Just stay out of our way
We don't abandon escape
Just because it's too late
We've got reins on our fate
We've got gas in our tanks
Where will you be when the sky turns red?
Thanks for the mess, thanks for the nightmares we all get
It looks so easy breaking our backs
Thanks for the mess, thanks for the nightmares we all get
Thanks for the mess, thanks for the nightmares we all get
Writer(s): Jeff Mills
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