Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Kurzweg
Keyboards
Mark Tremonti
Electric Guitar
Scott Phillips
Drums
Scott Stapp
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Tremonti
Songwriter
Scott Stapp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Creed
Producer
John Kurzweg
Producer
Kirk Kelsey
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Selvaggio
Recording Engineer
Shilpa Patel
Studio Technician
Lyrics
To what do I owe this gift, my friend?
My life, my love, my soul
I've been dancing with the devil way too long
And it's making me grow old
Making me grow old, yeah
Let's leave, oh, let's get away
Get lost in time
Where there's no reason left to hide, yeah
Let's leave, oh, let's get away
Run in fields of time
Where there's no reason left to hide
No reason to hide
What are you going to do with your gift, dear child?
Give life? Give love? Give soul?
Divided is the one who dances
For the soul is so exposed
So exposed
Let's leave, oh, let's get away
Get lost in time
Where there's no reason left to hide, yeah
Let's leave, oh, let's get away
Run in fields of time
Where there's no reason left to hide
No reason to hide
There is no reason to hide
There is no reason to hide
There is no reason to hide
There is no reason to hide
Yeah
Let's leave, oh, let's get away
Get lost in time
Where there's no reason left to hide, yeah
Let's leave, oh, let's get away
Run in fields of time
Where there's no reason left to hide, yeah
Let's leave, oh, let's get away
Get lost in time
Where there's no reason left to hide
No reason to hide (there is no reason to hide)
No reason to hide (there is no reason to hide)
No reason to hide
Writer(s): Mark T. Tremonti, Scott A. Stapp
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