Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Microwave
Performer
Nathan Hardy
Lead Vocals
Tyler Hill
Bass Guitar
Timothy Pittard
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Hardy
Songwriter
Tyler Hill
Songwriter
Timothy Pittard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathan Hardy
Producer
Jeremy Ferguson
Recording Engineer
Travis - Hill
Recording Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You missed your flight out to New York
Now you're back here killing swallows
And boarding up the doors
Putting holes in every wall
Spinning on in absolution
'Cause none of it's your fault
Pray to your favorite constellation
Press your candle to the flame
Paint yourself into a corner
With your bridges all ablaze
Are you hearing voices now?
Holding your breath until you pass out
Still inside a burning house
Still not sure whether to put it out
Or to burn it down
Pray to your favorite constellation
Press your candle to the flame
Paint yourself into a corner
With your bridges all ablaze
No one's safe
Until you'rе somewhere far away
No one's safe
Until you're far away
What's it like to be a martyr? (until you're far away)
Or is it God you blame? (until you're far away)
Are you looking for your new god? (until you're far away)
Or do you learn from your mistakes?
Writer(s): Nathan Hardy, Timothy Pittard, Tyler Hill
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