Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toby Evans
Electric Guitar
Liam Torrance
Electric Guitar
Adam Smith
Bass Guitar
Thomas Weaver
Lead Vocals
Casey
Performer
Maximilian Nicolai
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toby Evans
Composer
Liam Torrance
Composer
Adam Smith
Songwriter
Thomas Weaver
Songwriter
Maximilian Nicolai
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toby Evans
Co-Producer
Adam Cichocki
Mastering Engineer
Neil Kennedy
Vocal Recording Engineer
Timothy Vincent
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
No pain ever quite so replete
As that which we allow to steep
In the silent space between us
As tips sprawl out over upholstery but fail to meet
We paint a vivid portrait of accismus
Who are you in other rooms?
When I'm not there, does it still hurt the same?
Can we talk? Is it too soon?
Do you think that you'll ever look at me that way again?
Pace the floor of this vacant house
No sense left in speaking
God, it feels so weak
To avert my eyes from your indifference
Strike a match-up of this friction
Light me up just like you used to
Who are you in other rooms?
When I'm not there, does it still hurt the same?
Can we talk? Is it too soon?
Do you think that you'll ever look at me
That way again?
And now you bite your tongue
And you call it love
But you know it won't go back to the way it was
So why would you beg me to stay
Then resent me because I've changed?
Writer(s): Maximillian Carnegie Nicolai, Toby James Evans, Liam Kane Torrance, Thomas Jeffrey Weaver, Adam Paul Smith
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