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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amelia Meath
Vocals
Nicholas Sanborn
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Sanborn
Songwriter
Amelia Meath
Songwriter
Cherilyn Macneil
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sylvan Esso
Producer
Nick Sanborn
Producer
Amelia Meath
Producer
BJ Burton
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We come to grips with our wrists
We come to sound with our mouths
We sing of what we think we know
Mother, father, skin and flowers
[Verse 2]
And we move just like the birds
Movin' amidst the other birds
And we move just like the fish
Runnin' away from larger
[Verse 3]
And I know I'm protectin' the light I'm lackin'
But, oh, you look like a mornin' star
Just see who we are
And I know you're protectin' the light you're lackin'
But, oh, you look like a mornin' star
Just see who we are
[Verse 4]
You look good in the West, see how you clap those hands
You look good in the South, see how you use your mouth
You look good in the East, all elbows and knees
Do the honey dipper, do the silent shifter
[Verse 5]
Oh, don't you know you want to
See that moon rise in the rear view
Just like you had wanted it to
Temperature drops, the hop tar it cools
Radio, the radio callin' to you
[Verse 6]
Right out loud, she said it
Right out loud, they made it
[Verse 7]
Sing that song like I know you can
Work your jaw like a blind man
Call that call like you own the land
Throw up your hands, make demands
[Verse 8]
You look good in the West, see how you clap those hands
You look good in the South, see how you use your mouth
You look good in the East, all elbows and knees
Do the honey dipper, do the silent shifter
[Verse 9]
You look good in the North, whip your hair back-and-forth
You look good in the East, don't hold the wall, move your feet
You look good in the South, make your makers proud
You look good in the West, you look good in a dress
[Verse 10]
I feel, I feel
I feel like a mornin' star
I feel, I feel
I feel like a mornin' star
[Verse 11]
I feel, I feel
I feel like a mornin' star
I feel, I feel
[Verse 12]
So, we feel alive
We come to grips with our wrists
We come to grips with our wrists
We come to sound with our mouths
We come to grips with our wrists
Written by: Amelia Meath, Nicholas Sanborn