Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Connor Alistair McErlich
Electric Guitar
Connor Charles Jaine
Bass
Rhian Francis Ward
Electric Guitar
Robbie Callum Fitzroy Day
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rhian Francis Ward
Songwriter
Connor Charles Jaine
Songwriter
Robbie Callum Fitzroy Day
Songwriter
Connor Alistair McErlich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connor Charles Jaine
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Went away for the weekend
Stunner from a town in the east-end
She says she doesn't know her feelings
Girl, just tell me what you're thinking
Well, park up the rocket ship now
Skip the track and get home
Don't you hang up the phone
Weave, tuck up and let me be me
Cup up the water, I'm sold
Just don't let me get old
Just don't let me get old, yeah
The Green Superintendent flies to the edge of the sky
Listen to him whisper, he's the king of surprise
Missed a salty decline with the good-guy line
Calling out your name, he don't need a reply, yeah
Help I keep repeating myself
And then I skip the degree
And I can't feel my feet
Please, the dark and lightness in me
The people that disagree
Smoking whatever's free
Smoking whatever's free, yeah
The Green Superintendent flies to the edge of the sky
Listen to him whisper, he's the king of surprise
Missed a salty decline with the good-guy line
Calling out your name, he don't need a reply, yeah
Went away for the weekend
Come a cooler night, I'm steaming
She said, "Can I call? I've been thinking"
I said, "I'm out with the boys drinking"
I said, "I'm out with the boys drinking"
The green superintendent flies to the edge of the sky
Listen to him whisper, he's the king of surprise
Missed a salty decline with the good-guy line
Calling out your name he don't need a reply
Writer(s): Rhian Ward
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