Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maren Morris
Vocals
Rachel Beauregard
Background Vocals
Annie Clements
Bass
Jeff Lawson
Piano
Bennett Lewis
Background Vocals
Eric Montgomery
Acoustic Guitar
Christian Paschall
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maren Morris
Songwriter
Greg Kurstin
Songwriter
Ryan Hurd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maren Morris
Producer
Rachel Beauregard
Producer
Annie Clements
Producer
Jeff Lawson
Producer
Bennett Lewis
Producer
Eric Montgomery
Producer
Christian Paschall
Mixing Engineer
Tom McNABB
Recording Engineer
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Three weeks gone, miss your face
Same old songs, different stage
Hear your voice, ain't the same
Wanna feel you closer, now, I'm counting down the days
'Cause you're the furthest thing
But damn, do we still fit so perfectly?
'Cause you're the furthest thing
But damn, do we still fit so perfectly? Perfectly, yeah?
Hotel rooms, even now
Silence feels way too loud
Won't feel right 'till my wheels touch down
Crazy how we thought by now we'd have it figured out
'Cause we're the furthest thing
But damn, do we still fit so perfectly?
'Cause we're the furthest thing
But damn, do we still fit so perfectly, perfectly?
Yeah, yeah
Distance makes the heart grow stranger
When the stars go out of view
Something in the universe pulls me back to you
The distance makes the heart grow stranger
When the stars go out of view
Something in the universe pulls me back to you
'Cause you're the furthest thing
Furthest thing, furthest thing, furthest thing
Yeah, when you're the furthest thing
Damn, do we still fit so perfectly?
'Cause we're the furthest thing
But damn, do we still fit so perfectly, perfectly?
Yeah
Yeah
Hey-hey-hey-hey
No, no
No, no
Ooh-ooh (yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (yeah-yeah)
Ooh-ooh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Written by: Greg Kurstin, Maren Morris, Ryan Hurd