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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manchester Orchestra
Manchester Orchestra
Performer
Andy Hull
Andy Hull
Vocals
Chris Freeman
Chris Freeman
Keyboards
Jonathan Corley
Jonathan Corley
Bass
Robert McDowell
Robert McDowell
Guitar
Eddie Horst
Eddie Horst
Conductor
Patricia Horst
Patricia Horst
Strings
Ben Talmi
Ben Talmi
Strings
Dan Hannon
Dan Hannon
Strings
Timothy Very
Timothy Very
Drums
Brad Fisher
Brad Fisher
Vocals
Charae Krueger
Charae Krueger
Cello
Daniel Laufer
Daniel Laufer
Cello
Joli Wu
Joli Wu
Viola
Joy A. Christy
Joy A. Christy
Violin
Justin Burns
Justin Burns
Violin
Karen Freer
Karen Freer
Cello
Kenn Wagner
Kenn Wagner
Violin
Olga Shpitko
Olga Shpitko
Violin
Sheela Iyengar
Sheela Iyengar
Violin
Sou-Chun Su
Sou-Chun Su
Violin
Tania Maxwell
Tania Maxwell
Viola
Wesley P. Collins
Wesley P. Collins
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Hull
Andy Hull
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manchester Orchestra
Manchester Orchestra
Producer
Robert McDowell
Robert McDowell
Assistant Engineer
Dan Hannon
Dan Hannon
Producer
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Brad Fisher
Brad Fisher
Recording Engineer
Leland Elliot
Leland Elliot
Assistant Engineer
Blake Harden
Blake Harden
Assistant Engineer
Billy Hume
Billy Hume
Engineer
Joe Chiccarelli
Joe Chiccarelli
Mixing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Feet slipping on the porch to my house
Iced easy, you can track in the snow
Duel gunning, it happened the last time
Stop talking, watch your head on the car
Cat's cradles and hail to the Rat King
Teeth sharpened on our broken bones
Looked straight in the eyes of the hopeless
You can't swing if you don't use your arms
It's not like I was lost for a purpose
I lost purpose and purposefully froze
So be good if you think it can save you
Yeah, be good if you're comfortably numb
And I will do my best to breathe with
I was happy, I thought I'd escaped you
Pearl gates and a street made of gold
My memory, it serves like a beat boy
I'm too stubborn and scared to be home
I'm finding out that there's actually a purpose
I'm caught cabbin' on the way to your home
Your body's asleep in a wheelchair
I'll start rolling you down toward the cars
And I will do my best to plead with you
So let go of the sorrowful groaning
Let go of the ones you admire
It's not like I was devious or boastful
My arms waving, I'm saying goodbye
And I will do my best to breathe for you
Written by: Andy Hull
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