Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wash
Performer
Lucas Thiefaine
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Quattrini
Composer
Jérôme Plasseraud
Composer
Lyrics
Look down, your feet still here supporting every war
Faked out, fucked up
Wake up, what are you waiting for
Faked out, fucked up, fucked up
Wake up, what are you waiting for
Look down, your feet still here supporting every war
Faked out, fucked up
Wake up, what are you waiting for
Get it together babe
Don't want your nerves to fade
Ripping them to the bone and
Building them back again
Get it together baby
Morning lights are everything
Breathe slow, be sure blood's tracing through your body
Glowing thread lines
From your joy all the way back to mine
Look down, your feet still here supporting every war
Faked out, fucked up
Wake up, what are you waiting for
Get it together babe
Don't want your nerves to fade
Ripping them to the bone and
Building them back again
Get it together baby
Morning lights are everything
Written by: David Quattrini, Jérôme Plasseraud