Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Orla Gartland
Lead Vocals
Tom Stafford
Synthesizer
Peter Miles
Bass Guitar
Lauren Aquilina
Background Vocals
Soren Bryce
Background Vocals
Grace Lightman
Background Vocals
Tim Langsford
Drums
Nathan Cox
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Orla Gartland
Songwriter
Tom Stafford
Songwriter
Lauren Aquilina
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Orla Gartland
Producer
Tom Stafford
Producer
Peter Miles
Producer
Geoff Swan
Mixing Engineer
Christian Wright
Mastering Engineer
Testi
As always, I'm freaking out
It's a new sensation, don't know how
I'd wanna kiss your face forever
You always seem so sure
You're vulnerable, delusional
And I could
Kiss your face forever
Kiss your face forever
Kiss your face forever
Half yours (half yours)
And half unsure ('sure)
Is it cute that I'm so stubborn
But, still, I kiss your face forever?
When you look (when you look)
At me like that (me like that)
You know that I could make a promise
To kiss your face forever
Let's play a game of emotional Monopoly in the name of monogamy
Walls down and, now, there's no stopping me
Yeah, I want the weight of you on top of me
Kiss your face forever
Kiss your face forever
I wanna kiss your face forever
Kiss your face forever
I wanna kiss your face forever
Kiss your face forever
I wanna kiss your face forever
Just kiss your face forever
Come on, coward
Commit, commit, come on
Come on, loser, admit to what you want
Already through the worst of it
No rehearsing it, no reversing it
Let's play a game of emotional Monopoly in the name of monogamy
I have arrived, special delivery
But, now, you're never, ever getting rid of me
(I'm really sorry, I'm not getting it either -)
Kiss your face forever
I wanna kiss your face forever
Oh, kiss your face forever
I wanna kiss your face forever
Oh, kiss your face forever
I wanna kiss your face forever
Just kiss your face forever
Come on, coward
Commit, commit, come on
Come on, loser, admit to what you want
Already through the worst of it
No rehearsing it, no reversing it
Come on, coward
Commit, commit, come on
Come on, loser, admit to what you want
Already through the worst of it
No rehearsing it, no reversing it
No
Writer(s): Lauren Aquilina, Orla Gartland, Thomas Stafford
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