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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Creeper
Creeper
Performer
Ian Miles
Ian Miles
Guitar
Sean Scott
Sean Scott
Bass
Dan Bratton
Dan Bratton
Drums
Neil Kennedy
Neil Kennedy
Harmony Vocals
Oliver Burdett
Oliver Burdett
Guitar
Hannah Greenwood
Hannah Greenwood
Keyboards
Cat Lay
Cat Lay
Vocals
Ellie Price
Ellie Price
Vocals
Jake Tilley
Jake Tilley
Vocals
Jim Harding
Jim Harding
Vocals
Joe Spratt
Joe Spratt
Vocals
Joshua Pearl
Joshua Pearl
Vocals
Lewis Johns
Lewis Johns
Vocals
Matt Reynolds
Matt Reynolds
Vocals
Mikey Webber
Mikey Webber
Vocals
Will Gould
Will Gould
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daly George
Daly George
Assistant Engineer
Neil Kennedy
Neil Kennedy
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You float along the air with tear drops in your hair
Up and out the window before anybody hears
So wear your warmest clothes because you're so cold
Set fire to yourself and yet still your heart, it froze
Now (Now)
Now (Now)
Now (Now)
Now, now, now!
[Verse 2]
Suzanne, I want to die holding hands
Running from this worlds demands
All those radio bands never made me feel
[Verse 3]
You were the girl that the world swung for
I was just a boy who sung until his lungs were sore
When in your diary, you had an entry listing all your enemies
What you'd do to them and what you'd do it for
(Now) Now
(Now) Now
(Now)
Now, now, now!
[Verse 4]
Suzanne, I want to die holding hands
Running from this worlds demands
All those radio bands never made me feel
Suzanne, from the river where you lost control
To the summer that you let me go
I felt the pieces fall apart real slow
[Verse 5]
And in your hospital room at the midnight hour
You had your boyfriend back just for half an hour
Past the landscaped shrubs and the rusted iron gate
[Verse 6]
So let's start a siege, you make a list of demands
And set the hostages free
And we'll die holding hands
[Verse 7]
Suzanne, I want to die holding hands
Running from this worlds demands
All those radio bands never made me feel
Suzanne, from the river where you lost control
To the summer that you let me go
I felt the pieces fall apart real slow
Now (Now)
Now (Now)
Now (Now)
Now, now, now!
Written by: Creeper
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