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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adeem the Artist
Adeem the Artist
Lead Vocals
Adeem Maria
Adeem Maria
Lead Vocals
Craig Burletic
Craig Burletic
Bass Guitar
Giovanni Carnuccio III
Giovanni Carnuccio III
Drums
Jake Blount
Jake Blount
Banjo
Jason Hanna
Jason Hanna
Electric Guitar
Jessye DeSilva
Jessye DeSilva
Piano
Joy Clark
Joy Clark
Electric Guitar
William Wright
William Wright
Synthesiser
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Bingham
Kyle Bingham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyle Crownover
Kyle Crownover
Producer
John Naclerio
John Naclerio
Mastering Engineer
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Me and Judas down on 6th and Lowry outside a café when the moonlight fell It cast itself down, pouring out on the city, what a pity when something so beautiful wastes itself I took a pull from my wood pipe as the taxicabs drove by full of college age women in drag Yeah, they're all wearing costumes and they all look like children and they're blowing us kisses as they pass I wondered what in the hell in this world could compel Any creature to smile on a pair like we were He had short, neat curls that were shadow black And I was fumblin' around with the weather app Wondering if he could ever love me back Sometimes these things are hit or miss With the perfume trails lingering behind I caught an urge and the nerve to take his hand in mine And if it didn't rain at the perfect time It's probable we wouldn't have kissed In the Northeast Minneapolis Arts District He whispered, "I'm not the kind to lie about leaving," with me clinging so tight to his chest In a notebook on the rough-hewn walnut stand by his mattress, I had drawn ultimatums in a cursive mess And then I never told anyone, kept it quiet, inspired by the urgency of the love we shared Some of our friends say I'm still alive in it and others don't believe I was ever really anywhere I gave my body and blood for the power of love and hoped that I would conquer sin But I never even rose again He had short, neat curls that were shadow black And I was fumblin' around with the weather app Wondering if he could ever love me back Sometimes these things are hit or miss With the perfume trails lingering behind I caught an urge and the nerve to take his hand in mine And if it didn't rain at the perfect time It's probable we wouldn't have kissed In the Northeast Minneapolis Arts District Then in the light of a wasteful moon, so familiar You sold me out for some pieces of silver But still I loved the feel of your lips And I never wanted more than this To kiss you in public To openly say that I loved it Oh, I write this down for Judas Oh, all of this was for Judas
Writer(s): Kyle Bingham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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