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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jesse Lacey
Jesse Lacey
Vocals
Vincent Accardi
Vincent Accardi
Lead Guitar
Brian Lane
Brian Lane
Drums
Garrett Tierney
Garrett Tierney
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Lacey
Jesse Lacey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven Haigler
Steven Haigler
Producer
Tracey Schroeder
Tracey Schroeder
Engineer
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The time has come for colds
And overcoats
We're quiet on the ride
We're all just waiting to get home
Another week away
My greatest fear
I need the smell of summer
I need its noises in my ears
If looks could really kill
Then my profession would be staring
Know we do this 'cause we care
Not for the thrill
Collect calls to home
Tell them that I realize
That everyone who lives will someday die
And die alone
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
No, we won't let you in
You in, you in, you in, you in
I wrote more postcards than hooks
I read more maps than books
Feel like every chance to leave
Is another chance I should've took
Every minute is a mile
I've never felt so hollow
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews
And empty aisles
My secrets for a buck
Watch me as I cut myself wide open
On this stage
Yes, I am paid to spill my guts
I won't see home till spring
Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic
But I am paid to make girls panic
While I sing
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
No, we won't let you in
And we won't let you in
We don’t want what isn’t ours
We won't let you in
Yeah, you in, you in, you in
And the coastline is quiet
While we're quietly losing control
And we're silent but sure
We invented the cure
That will wash out my memories
"The harpoon's loaded
The cage is lowered
The water's red"
Like you
Like you
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
No we won't let you in
And we won't let you in
We don’t want what isn’t ours
We won't let you in
You in, you in, you in
Written by: Brian Lane, Garrett Tierney, Jesse Lacey, Vincent Accardi

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