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PERFORMING ARTISTS
billy woods
billy woods
Vocals
E L U C I D
E L U C I D
Vocals
Benjamin Booker
Benjamin Booker
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
billy woods
billy woods
Songwriter
E L U C I D
E L U C I D
Songwriter
Benjamin Booker
Benjamin Booker
Songwriter
Kenny Segal
Kenny Segal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin Booker
Benjamin Booker
Producer
Kenny Segal
Kenny Segal
Producer

Lyrics

Seasons drain Time, it breaks out of me Call it age Call it time, love, I'll call it me I was only a dove Only in love Only in love I was only a dove Only in love Only in love Part of me People are spilling out Rush ahead I keep my [?] I was only a dove Only in love Only in love I was only a dove Only in love Only in love Only in love Only in love It's cold again Outside something howls inside the wind My stockpile pile high Every burner on the stove glowing red Save yourself friend (save yourself) That's thе best i can give, save yoursеlf It's letters i never sent Jumbles of yesterday's packed on pages like storage spaces and basements They called like "Come now, he doesn't have long to live" (you should probably hurry) I dress slowly Came back that night and took my baby out the crib so I could hold him I know it can slip away slow, yo, you can lose it all in a moment Stirring the soup 'round in the roux, couple things roasting Crack a window open let the cold in, again The trees re-threaded gold, the sign said repent I had to let it all go so I could live in my head, again Ransacking my mind but something hiding in the vents, ductwork, or worse Something died in the walls like a church Locked doors never had a key but you test the handle occasionally God forbid it swing open Attic stairs broken, don't go up there (don't!) From the windows i watch the diggers disappear in soft wet earth Dinner served, i waited for my guests, long table set Someone here tonight Won't hear that trumpet What a privilege What a joy They sit among us Someone here tonight Won't feel death's sting What a privilege Someone here tonight Won't hear that trumpet They won't even want to sleep What a joy Great day Great day Great day Great day Is it me? Daddy, you're so silly Is it me? Daddy, you're so silly Is it me? Great day Great day Great day
Writer(s): Benjamin Booker, Billy Woods, E L U C I D, Kenny Segal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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