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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amber Gray
Amber Gray
Vocals
Patrick Page
Patrick Page
Vocals
Liam Robinson
Liam Robinson
Piano
Robinson Morse
Robinson Morse
Bass
Marika Hugues
Marika Hugues
Cello
Michael Chorney
Michael Chorney
Guitar
Dana Lyn
Dana Lyn
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anaïs Mitchell
Anaïs Mitchell
Composer
Liam Robinson
Liam Robinson
Vocal Arranger
Michael Chorney
Michael Chorney
Orchestrator
Todd Sickafoose
Todd Sickafoose
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anaïs Mitchell
Anaïs Mitchell
Producer
Brandon Chevere
Brandon Chevere
Assistant Engineer
Matt Soares
Matt Soares
Assistant Engineer
Neal Shaw
Neal Shaw
Assistant Engineer
Mara Isaacs
Mara Isaacs
Co-Producer
David Lai
David Lai
Producer
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer
Todd Sickafoose
Todd Sickafoose
Producer
Isaiah Abolin
Isaiah Abolin
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
What are you afraid of?
What?
He's just a boy in love
Have a drink, why don't you?
No, I've had enough
He loves that girl, Hades
Well, that's too bad
He has the kind of love for her that you and I once had
The girl means nothing to me
I know, but she means everything to him
So?
Let her go
[Verse 1]
Hades, my husband, Hades, my light
Hades, my darkness
If you had heard how he sang tonight
You'd pity poor Orpheus
[Chorus]
All of the sorrow won't fit in his chest
It just burns like a fire in the pit of his chest
And his heart is a bird on a spit in his chest
How long? How long? How long?
[Verse 2]
How long? Just as long as Hades is king
Nothing comes of wishing on stars
And nothing comes of the songs people sing
However sorry they are
[Verse 3]
Give them a piece, they'll take it all
Show them a crack, they'll tear down the wall
Lend them an ear and the kingdom will fall
The kingdom will fall for a song
[Verse 4]
What does he care for the logic of kings?
The laws of your underworld?
It is only for love that he sings
He sings for the love of a girl
[Chorus]
You and your pity don't fit in my bed
You just burn like a fire in the pit of my bed
And I turn like a bird on a spit in my bed
How long? How long? How long?
[Verse 5]
How long? Just as long as I am your wife
It's true the earth must die
But then the earth comes back to life
And the sun must go on rising
[Chorus]
And how does the sun even fit in the sky?
It just burns like a fire in the pit of the sky
And the earth is a bird on a spit in the sky
How long? How long? How long?
Written by: Anaïs Mitchell
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