Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Guns
Performer
Simon Mitchell
Bass
Gustav Wood
Vocals
John Taylor
Guitar
Fraser Taylor
Guitar
Ben Jolliffe
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simon Mitchell
Composer
Gustav Wood
Composer
John Taylor
Composer
Fraser Taylor
Composer
Ben Jolliffe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Osborne
Producer
Dan Austin
Engineer
Jamie Home
Assistant Recording Engineer
Adrian Bushby
Mixing Engineer
Rich Morales
Mastering Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Gentry Studer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Like a marionette hanging from its strings
You live you love you dance but it's not real
So take a bow
Emaciated little thing
Cos you finally have the audience you need
Thinking back to your mother's lullabies
How you dreamed of drifting free across the sky
Now you drag
Your approximated cut-out wings
Show the fractures in your perfect porcelain
Don't waste your life away
A black heart's a noose
So cut your strings and come down
I feel a different way
You see bruise I see bloom
In everything you hear sound
Like a Roman candle flickering
Oh how easily our dreams are extinguished
And I know
That you can't forget if you can't forgive
All the pain I see you burden yourself with
Don't waste your life away
A black heart's a noose
So cut your strings and come down
I feel a different way
You see bruise I see bloom
In everything you hear sound
We waste our lives away
With these laments to youth
We're all lost anyway
So cut your strings and come down
We waste our lives away
Looking for things to lose
We're all lost anyway
In everything you hear sound
Cos the black heart in you
We're all lost anyway
Is the only thing that I've found
That matters at all
Written by: Ben Jolliffe, Fraser Taylor, Gustav Wood, John Taylor, Simon Mitchell