Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
On Planets
Performer
Blue Wednesday
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
On Planets
Songwriter
Blue Wednesday
Songwriter
Sean Wharton
Composer
Gustav T Joseph
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Wharton
Producer
Gustav T Joseph
Producer
Lyrics
I must confess
My mind is made
Of tiny leaden fishing weights
I throw them down these lonely tinseled hallways
Like rolling bones
Does it ever feel like home
Does it matter much at all
In the face of an almost certain end
You called my name
You took my hand
You stayed and all I said was thanks
Thanks for sticking around
Thanks for sticking around
Thanks for sticking around
Its never been that easy
Not gettin' easier now
My mother says
I'm almost faded out
I think she's right
But how the hell could I admit that now I tried
And I'm dragging you along
Does it ever feel like home
Does it matter much at all
In the face of an almost certain end
You called my name
You took my hand
You stayed and all I said was thanks
Thanks for sticking around
Thanks for sticking around
Thanks for sticking around
Its never been that easy
Not gettin' easier now
Does it feel like home
Does it even matter much at all
Does it feel at home
Does it even matter much at all
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