Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ethel Cain
Vocals
Ashnikko
Vocals
Slinger
Guitar
Frank Colucci
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethel Cain
Songwriter
Ashton Casey
Songwriter
Ilsey Juber
Songwriter
Slinger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethel Cain
Producer
Ashnikko
Producer
Slinger
Producer
Matt Glasbey
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Frank Colucci
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The ground reaches out to catch me
Softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
I want something soft
I'm a fish in a bucket, thrashing
He tried to take me out
Hooks in my mouth
Listen to me when I say "Ouch"
I want something soft
[PreChorus]
So I give in to the fall, fall, fall (It's cold out here)
I need something soft
Down feathers over rocks
I died, and I land with both of my hands
In the mud, the mud
It felt like a god
How she held me
I slept on her shoulder
I gave her my all (Is there anyone?)
I bathed in her waterfalls
And continue to fall, fall (I'm entering the exosphere)
[Chorus]
Burning like a dying star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryin' to leave his orbit took what's left of me
[Verse 2]
The forest reaches out to guide me
Blue fire paths of will-o'-wisps
Illuminate the darkness's old tricks
I'm nobody's captive
I asked him not to kill me politely
He drained my magic core, bottled up at the source
I washed up on her sea glass shores
I'm nobody's captive
[PreChorus]
It felt like a god
How she held me
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all
I bathed in her waterfalls
And continue to fall, fall
[Chorus]
Burning like a dying star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryin' to leave his orbit took what's left of me
Burning like a dying star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryin' to leave his orbit took what's left of me
[Outro]
The ground reaches out to catch me
Softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
I want something soft
Written by: Ashton Casey, Ethel Cain, Ilsey Juber, Slinger