Upcoming Concerts for Thursday
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Geoff Rickly
Vocals
Tom Keeley
Guitar
Steve Pedulla
Guitar
Tim Payne
Bass Guitar
Tucker Rule
Drums
Frank Giokas
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Geoff Rickly
Songwriter
Tom Keeley
Songwriter
Steve Pedulla
Songwriter
Tim Payne
Songwriter
Tucker Rule
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sal Villanueva
Producer
Tim Gilles
Mixing Engineer
Erin Farley
Recording Engineer
Codie "Dr. Huey" Brown
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dr. Timo G. Less
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
In this room, I'm sitting by your side
'Cause it rains for hours and the phone is off its hook
Standing on the edge, casting lots to set me up
Before you knock me down
Off the summer's edge and drown me
We're betting on our own lives
Making up for all the time we lost
In this house of cards
We're all holding hearts and spades (one breath, one step could knock it all down)
But you lead with your eyes
And you give it away (decide, design to cut from the clouds)
When the people you love
Get lost in the shuffle (when you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts)
You let it go and then you fold
So we stay on the open road
We drive for hours and still no end in sight at all
Driving in your car
Miss the stop sign, fall in love
Just to get knocked down
Off the summer's edge and drown me
We're betting on our own lives
Making up for all the time we lost
In this house of cards
We're all holding hearts and spades (one breath, one step could knock it all down)
You lead with your eyes
And you give it away (decide, design to cut from the clouds)
When the people you love
Get lost in the shuffle (when you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts)
Pull your punches and burn with your cigarettes
Pulled like a punch, burnt like a cigarette
Forever
Writer(s): Timothy Payne, Thomas Rule, Geoffrey Rickly, Robert Keeley Iii, Steven Pedulla
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