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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Ford
Drums
Abigail Morris
Vocals
Emily Roberts
Guitar
Georgia Davies
Bass Guitar
Aurora Nishevci
Piano
Lizzie Mayland
Additional Vocals
Emma Smith
Violin
Lucy Wilkins
Violin
Paloma Deike
Violin
Freya Goldmark
Violin
Phil Granell
Violin
Chihiro Ono
Violin
Rosie Tompsett
Violin
Aleksandra Masurova
Violin
Richard Jones
Viola
Jenny Ames
Viola
Midori Jaeger
Cello
Alex Marshall
Cello
Zami Jalil
Viola
Sam Becker
Double Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abigail Morris
Songwriter
Emily Roberts
Songwriter
Georgia Davies
Songwriter
Aurora Nishevci
Songwriter
Lizzie Mayland
Songwriter
Rhys Downing
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Ford
Producer
Alan Moulder
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Robertson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
A room at dusk, mastering the art of lying still
Breathe like a girl 'til my lungs fill
Oh, pull your boots up, boys and push me down
I'm only here for your entertainment
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure, can't commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
Run 'til I fall
How I wish the trees would swallow me
Make me a forest
Take away my soul
I could never give the curse to her
I, I could never live with the guilt of lying
That people are kind
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure, can't commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
I can be the dark red liquor stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Writer(s): Aurora Nishevci, Emily Roberts, Georgia Davies, Elizabeth Mayland, Abigail Morris, Rhys Downing
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