Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Parcels
Parcels
Performer
Flore Benguigui
Flore Benguigui
Vocals
Kaio Moraes
Kaio Moraes
Violin
Martin Waschkowitsch
Martin Waschkowitsch
Congas
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jules Crommelin
Jules Crommelin
Songwriter
Patrick Hetherington
Patrick Hetherington
Songwriter
Noah Hill
Noah Hill
Songwriter
Anatole Serret
Anatole Serret
Songwriter
Louie Swain
Louie Swain
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's probably just a small place with a lot of land around it
And a hill
French garden on the outside
Probably big
Entrance with a gate
Must be a place of solitude, a mental solitude
It's an attitude
That I know very well
But a physical place...?
[Verse 2]
Only have one little staircase
And the typical fountain in the entrance
Garden extends around the house
But keep it simple, maybe another fountain on the other side
Something a bit bigger, but not necessarily huge
[Verse 3]
You know, or like a low fence with a little gate that's never closed
What a great view
Enjoy the tranquility
In the alley for the cypresses that leads to the house
And then just this vast sort of, uh, horizon
Gather my senses together in the woods, experience hope
[Verse 4]
I keep a dungeon for the darker thoughts
To cleanse myself, to be able to go downstairs and scream
I think if there's, if there's a palace in my mind that's it's
It's less sort of a fortress away from the rest of the world
It's halfway between the world and the stars
[Verse 5]
The sounds for the colors, for the possibilities of perception
Absolute clarity
I know the answers
You can just get away from everything
Except for your own thoughts
Grounded in that entity
I don't think I would feel alone, because it doesn't really matter
You have the best view you could possibly imagine
I think you can see the stars a lot better up there
You can bend them everywhere
Somewhere near the event horizon of solitude
Absolute tranquility
Over the end of every road
[Verse 6]
All of the ghosts, people you love
Even your friends don't want to know
But you can depend on every note
Over the end of every road
[Verse 7]
But that's a lie
You actually believe you have the formula
And then you see that it is all wrong
Afraid I might become a stranger
And you'd just be trapped with yourself
Everything falls apart
And everything crumbles
Written by: Anatole Serret, Jules Crommelin, Louie Swain, Noah Hill, Patrick Hetherington
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