Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Black
Guitar
Richard Beddoe
Drums
Rick Jackett
Guitar
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Vocals
Sean Anderson
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Black
Songwriter
Richard Beddoe
Songwriter
Rick Jackett
Songwriter
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny K
Producer
Justin Wilk
Additional Engineer
Tadpole
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I hold on so nervously to me and my drink
I wish it was coolin' me
But so far has not been good
It's been shitty, and I feel awkward as I should
This club has got to be the most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well, I am imagining a dark lit place
Or your place or my place
[Chorus]
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
[Verse 2]
I hold out for one more drink, before I think
I'm lookin' too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home, if one thing really means one
This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place
Or your place or my place
[Chorus]
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
[Chorus]
Well I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
[Chorus]
Not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
[Outro]
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
Written by: Finger Eleven