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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terry Boring
Terry Boring
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mirabelle Skipworth
Mirabelle Skipworth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julia Capuzzi
Julia Capuzzi
Mixing Engineer
Brian Kovacs
Brian Kovacs
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

In a living room of stares, her mind was never really there Yet her words were soft and sweet like maple syrup from a tree The golden sap caught the ears of a boy who lived his life in fear And thought her very tender heart would save him from his inner war He said sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud He paused a second to catch his breath and said I'm forever in your debt I'll get a big loan from the bank and make big payments in your name She cast a line but nothing caught She said I'm tired, He said I'm not If brokenness cannot be shared, then why should I pretend to care He said sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud He let out a deep sigh of relief, forever yours I am to keep His mind was coated in her eyes, her ears deadened by his cries The last words she said to him I hope I lose if it means you win There's nothing left for you to take, my gift of silence try not to waste He said sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud He said I'm trying to be better, If I lie will it not upset her He said sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud He said sit upon this couch, am I too quiet, are you too loud Well, I'll be quiet
Writer(s): Mirabelle Skipworth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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