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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Performer
Christian Letts
Christian Letts
Vocals
Josh Collazo
Josh Collazo
Drums
Nora Kirkpatrick
Nora Kirkpatrick
Accordion
Seth Ford-Young
Seth Ford-Young
Bass Guitar
Orpheo McCord
Orpheo McCord
Percussion
Jade Castrinos
Jade Castrinos
Vocals
Stewart Cole
Stewart Cole
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Ebert
Alexander Ebert
Composer
Alex Ebert
Alex Ebert
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Ebert
Alex Ebert
Producer
Matt Linesch
Matt Linesch
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Dear believer come sing me a song Let the octave belong to the next And lifting us soundly back into the world May we sing the earth, heaven's breath Murder murder, you haunt every bone But the son you have grown still resists Anger anger, you're finally my bitch Through glory of this, heaven's breath Paradise has its hunter Call me blind, call me fool I don't mind chasing thunder I say reaching for heaven is what I'm on Earth to do Dear believer I've no cause to go on Save for if you take my case See the world was good and heavy on my shoulders as a child But I let it all go to my waist Now comfort's rooting pigs for my blood To stick in my mud a flag of white Dear believer of fire and rebirth May we shine the earth, heaven's light Paradise has its hunter Call me blind, call me fool I don't mind chasing thunder I say reaching for heaven is what I'm on Earth to do Dear believer come sing us a song Like we sang upon younger days When the world was good and heavy on our shoulders as a child 'Fore we let it all go to waste Paradise has its hunter Call me wise, call me fool I don't mind chasing thunder I say reaching for heaven is what I'm on Earth to do I say reaching for heaven is what I'm on Earth to do Maybe reaching for heaven is what I'm on Earth to do
Writer(s): Alex Ebert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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