Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wytches
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristian Bell
Songwriter
Daniel Rumsey
Songwriter
Gianni Honey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Wytches
Producer
Luke Oldfield
Producer
Lyrics
The white cliffs of Dover
Sitting on the parkway
Try to stay for longer
It's all a rush lately
I look at how you turned out
And making sure I won't forget
They don’t have my back
Just funny games turned sad
So go alone, my wayward brother
And many thanks
But how I fear you won’t mind
If I’m not there tomorrow
Stranded out with money guilt
So do I live or sell myself?
They don’t have my back
Just funny games turned sad
So go alone, my wayward brother
And many thanks
Written by: Daniel Rumsey, Gianni Honey, Kristian Bell