Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
D3lta
Vocals
Thomas Mitchener
Programming
Angelos Serras
Guitar
Toby Newcombe
Bass Guitar
Gareth Grover
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roberto Coustas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Mitchener
Producer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
It is getting late
Please wipe off your tears
I can't pick your bags up from the floor
Never thought that we'd amount to nothing
I guess I was expecting something a bit more
That we would talk it out
But swept it all under the rug
We could never change
We could never change
If I could be
Be your punching bag
Be your midnight drag
Would you lay it on me?
If I could suck
Suck out all your pain
To make you less afraid
You know I would
Now the tides have turned
Will we ever learn?
I said I'd hold you forever tight
Had never found myself in such deep waters
And I couldn't swim in the chambers of your mind
'Cause we would talk it out
But swept it all under the rug
We could never change
We could never change
If I could be
Be your punching bag
Be your midnight drag
Would you lay it on me?
If I could suck
Suck out all your pain
To make you less afraid
You know I would
'Cause we would talk it out
But swept it all under the rug
Put our backs against each other
As the whole world swirled we'd have one another
I tried my best but could not speak
So I laid my heart onto your feet
But we could never change
We could never change
If I could be
Be your punching bag
Be your midnight drag
Would you lay it on me?
If I could suck
Suck out all your pain
To make you less afraid
You know I would
Writer(s): Roberto Coustas
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