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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alice Skye
Alice Skye
Vocals
Teether
Teether
Remixer
Sam King
Sam King
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam King
Sam King
Composer
Alice Skye Anderson
Alice Skye Anderson
Composer
Kane King
Kane King
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teether
Teether
Mixing Engineer
Jen Cloher
Jen Cloher
Producer
Nick Huggins
Nick Huggins
Mixing Engineer
Lachlan Carrick
Lachlan Carrick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Relishing the silence before it got ruined
When I pulled my bow back, felt like Cupid
Some shit doesn’t grow back, who hacked through it?
Sports a couple drenched hands, hopped out the Kluger
Talking lots of “yes, and…”, northside tours
Sealant was a flesh brand, my heart was pure
Then I met some humans and they’ll really do it
Things you’d wish on no man
That bed lures
And it’s not I don’t care, I can’t do it
‘Cause I’m sinking down there, black endures
But I have my moments, can’t push through it
So I’m sitting down there
That bed lures
And it’s not I don’t care, I can’t do it
‘Cause I’m sinking down there, black endures
But I have my moments, can’t push through it
So I’m sitting down there
What’s congruent
With all that I hold dear watch time ruin
With the other Earth seers, held it down, glue
I reduced it to few tears then I sound rude
Projecting a few fears, veered from fluid
Sending off a few leers, smoking on sewage
Pondering a new beer, clockwork, spewing
I know how it works here, waves of confusion
One could almost surf here
 
That bed lures
And it’s not I don’t care, I can’t do it
‘Cause I’m sinking down there, black endures
But I have my moments, can’t push through it
So I’m sitting down there
That bed lures
And it’s not I don’t care, I can’t do it
‘Cause I’m sinking down there, black endures
But I have my moments, can’t push through it
So I’m sitting down there
[Stay in bed if you want to
I can’t hang out like we used to
Stay in bed if you want to
I just need some more self-appointed time out
Thinking of when I thought less
I can’t hang out like we used to
Stay in bed if you want to
I’m probably not the best to go on dates with]
[To whom do I owe the honour of a breath?
The wind’s lisp covering some looming end
Some penultimate state and/or moment
For who and for why, who knows?
For who needs to know, really?
I’ve heard those who can see get there…]
Stay in bed if you want to
Written by: Alice Skye Anderson, Kane King, Sam King
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