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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Feng Suave
Feng Suave
Performer
Daniel de Jong
Daniel de Jong
Guitar
Daniël Schoemaker
Daniël Schoemaker
Guitar
Kike Zwagerman
Kike Zwagerman
Keyboards
Jos Teeken
Jos Teeken
Cello
Gino Buragevic
Gino Buragevic
Percussion
Ivar Otten
Ivar Otten
Keyboards
Daniel Smienk
Daniel Smienk
Percussion
Mark Mulder
Mark Mulder
Viola
Marieke De Bruijn
Marieke De Bruijn
Violin
Jacob Plooij
Jacob Plooij
Violin
Adura Sulaiman
Adura Sulaiman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel de Jong
Daniel de Jong
Songwriter
Daniël Schoemaker
Daniël Schoemaker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Feng Suave
Feng Suave
Producer
Jasper Geluk
Jasper Geluk
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Garden gates we're talking over
Blades of grass are upright daggers
Pilot speaks, announces solemnly
"We've just lost another wing"
Then speed, altitude, local time, weather conditions
[PreChorus]
Oh, I think my night is on a collision course with dawn
Oh, somebody push a button that will stop the world
I'm getting off
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is pretend we're islands in the tub
Baby, you can even hold me under
Maybe we could roll the windows down and turn it up
Play all the songs that you've ever loved
[Instrumental]
See, everyone's exactly where yesterday we left them, dear
All expressionlessly dining in artificial lighting still
All turn to me
They must think I'm their new friend
But I'm already elsewhere in my head
[PreChorus]
Please, somebody pull a lever that will stop the world
I'm getting off
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is pretend we're islands in the tub
Baby, you can even hold me under
Maybe you could roll the windows down and turn it up
Play all the songs that you've ever loved
[Bridge]
We can talk about everything you want when I'm short of words
Fly a kite in the evening
You better believe it
This time we're gonna live
[Instrumental]
What's the use of looking up?
Heaven's just a tomb for rockets
Garden gates we're talking over
Blades of grass are upright daggers
What's the use of looking up?
Heaven's just a tomb for rockets
Garden gates we're talking over
Blades of grass are upright daggers
Written by: Daniel de Jong, Daniël Schoemaker
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