Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Rills
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitch Spencer
Songwriter
Callum Warner-Webb
Composer
Mason Cassar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Hucks
Producer
Lyrics
One, two, three, four
Well I remember winter and how it turned our days
Mother overrun my brothers, always gets around her
My bedroom in the old broom cupboard
Windows wooden frames
And how we taped on plastic covers to act like double glaze
And I can see somehow the years have done you good
Your pockets over-run
Deposits, guilty thoughts are drowned and I can
See you try to bide back all your time away
But money cannot do the justice that only time can pay
Set me up like you give a fuck
You may be here now but back then you were never around
And I can see you never change, not when it matters
Last time that I tried to call you a connection wasn't found
And when I, see your face it manifests me as a child
Watching how the snow will fall on hollow kitchen tiles
Set me up like you give a fuck
You may be here now but back then you were never around
I sent all my love for you
It's left there on the window pane
How could you let me stew with nobody there left to blame
And life's know I reached to you
But you melt at my touch again
I thought you'd come back too
But no you set me up like you give a fuck
You may be here now but back then you were never around
Back then you were never around
But back then you were never around
And back then you were never around
Back then you were never around
Writer(s): Mitch Spencer, Mason Cassar, Callum Warner-webb
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