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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Half Moon Run
Half Moon Run
Performer
Devon Portielje
Devon Portielje
Lead Vocals
Conner Molander
Conner Molander
Electric Guitar
Dylan Phillips
Dylan Phillips
Drums
Isaac Symonds
Isaac Symonds
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devon Portielje
Devon Portielje
Songwriter
Conner Molander
Conner Molander
Songwriter
Dylan Phillips
Dylan Phillips
Songwriter
Isaac Symonds
Isaac Symonds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Chiccarelli
Joe Chiccarelli
Producer
Christopher Shaw
Christopher Shaw
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Is there someone you can argue with
That will catch you if you fall?
Someone else that you can talk to
Is there a neighbor you can call?
[Verse 2]
'Cause there's a cancer in our children
And we put it in their mouths
Poisoned all the waterways
And choked the air to death
[Verse 3]
Inside, there is a light
Don't look the other way
[Verse 4]
Paradise beyond the paywall
People dyin' to get in
People outside stacking bodies
At the gates to get a glimpse
[Verse 5]
They heard it's ultimate salvation
Without the troubles of the poor
Where not one question lingers
There's an answer and a cure
[Verse 6]
There you were
Face wrapped around a cigarette
But you tell me nothing
Just like everybody else
And I know I'm not quite right
But I'm tryna do better
Not worry 'bout anything
Just like everybody else
Who doesn't talk like they know themselves
[Verse 7]
Don't look the other way
When the dream of blinding joy you'd find
In the bedroom of the star
Fades with the color from your cheeks
As he smiles like a scar
[Verse 8]
And his potency of promise
Dilute and void of pride
Convictions of the honest
Obscured, confused, and undermined
[Verse 9]
And there you were
Face wrapped around a cigarette
But you tell me nothing
Just like everybody else (Everybody else)
Ooh, and I know I'm not quite right
But I'm tryna do better
Not worry 'bout anything
Just like everybody else
Who doesn't talk like they know themselves
[Verse 10]
You could be my razorblade
Face wrapped around a cigarette
But you tell me nothing
You could be my razorblade
And I know I'm not quite right
But I worry 'bout everything
You could be my razorblade
[Verse 11]
I was buried in bed resting my ears
But the ring was more than howlin'
And I couldn't come to
I was stuck in a stupors
In a dream, in a flash of light, I was deaf
[Verse 12]
It makes no sense
It makes no sense
It's heaven sent
It makes no sense
Written by: Conner Molander, Devon Portielje, Dylan Phillips, Isaac Symonds
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