Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Timber Timbre
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Kirk
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Stringer
Producer
Lyrics
There is a house in New Orleans
Where you woke from a coma and they bit your cheek
And they cleaned you out when you went to sleep
Oh, I just wanna change your mind
I just wanna change your mind
And it might become right away
It might become till the day I'm done
And I saw it as the house caught fire
And I saw it when the thief got brave
It's like a night, night, crawler, crawlin' out in the yard
And it's comin' over me in waves
But you're haunted by the morning sun
You keep digging till the night is over
I ain't no doctor, babe
I ain't no doctor, son
But I'll cool your fever till the doctor comes
It's a miracle, babe, but it ain't no fun
I just wanna change your mind
I just wanna change your mind
It might become right away
It might become till the day I'm done
And I saw it as the house caught fire
And I saw it when the thief got brave
It's like a night, night, crawler, crawlin' out in the yard
And it's comin' over me in waves
But it's not here now
It's the chance of it I hate
It's a hundred thousand miles off
Comin' closer everyday
Writer(s): Taylor William Kirk
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