Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gatherers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Gesa
Songwriter
Rob Talalai
Songwriter
Adam Cichocki
Songwriter
Rich Weinberger
Songwriter
Siddhu Anandalingam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Cichocki
Producer
Lyrics
New tenement lung
Bargain model
Always fit you like a glove
Charming what you've done
Your motherless touch
Scrapes the skin clean of mid-century rust
So come out with your hands up
Don't believe a word I say
Give us your first born son
Throw down the keys
You're much too late so
Don't come back for me
So come out with your hands up
Don't believe a word I say
Here you are
The cross you've abandoned
Beating heart, the one you adore
Every scraped knee speaks
In the language of the lost
Every wheel-hand sleeps
Through the fog
Beating heart
Factory guard
Could you even hear yourself
Crawling in the dark?
I've said too much
So come down (So come down)
So come down (So come down)
Lock up the ones you adore
Lock up the ones you adore
Lock up the ones you adore
Lock up the ones you
Writer(s): Adam Cichocki, Anthony Gesa, Rich Weinberger, Rob Talalai, Siddhu Anandalingam
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