Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Win Butler
Vocals
Regine Chassagne
Performer
Richard Reed Parry
Performer
Jeremy Gara
Performer
Sarah Neufeld
Violin
Tim Kingsbury
Performer
Owen Pallett
String Instrument
Marika Shaw
String Ensemble
Clarice Jensen
String Instrument
Nadia Sirota
String Instrument
Yuki Numata Resnick
String Instrument
Caleb Burhans
String Instrument
Ben Russell
String Instrument
Rob Moose
String Instrument
Marika Anthony-Shaw
String Instrument
Will Butler
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Regine Chassagne
Songwriter
Richard Reed Parry
Songwriter
Jeremy Gara
Songwriter
Tim Kingsbury
Songwriter
Sarah Neufeld
Songwriter
Will Butler
Songwriter
Win Butler
Songwriter
Owen Pallett
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Win Butler
Producer
Regine Chassagne
Producer
Richard Reed Parry
Producer
Jeremy Gara
Producer
Sarah Neufeld
Producer
Markus Dravs
Co-Producer
Tim Kingsbury
Producer
Mark Lawson
Recording Engineer
Craig Silvey
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Marcus Paquin
Recording Engineer
Don Murnhagan
Recording Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Brian Thorn
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brad Bell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Adam Greenspan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Arcade Fire
Producer
Will Butler
Producer
Lyrics
In the suburbs I, I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving
You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fighting
In a suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling again
The kids want to be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screaming
And running through the yard
When all of the walls that they built
In the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built
In the seventies finally fall
Meant nothing at all?
Meant nothing at all
It meant nothing
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
And into the night
So can you understand
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young?
I want to hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before this damage is done
But if it's too much to ask
If it's too much to ask
Then send me a son
Under the overpass
In the parking lot, we're still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement
And into the grass
'Cause it's already passed
It's already, already passed
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling again
I'm moving past the feeling
I'm moving past the feeling
In my dreams we're still screaming
We're still screaming
We're still screaming
Writer(s): William Butler, Win Butler, Regine Chassagne, Jeremy Gara, Tim Kingsbury, Richard R Parry
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