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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Royston Club
The Royston Club
Performer
Tom Faithfull
Tom Faithfull
Vocals
Ben Matthias
Ben Matthias
Guitar
Dave Tute
Dave Tute
Bass Guitar
Sam Jones
Sam Jones
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Matthias
Ben Matthias
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Quinn
Alex Quinn
Producer
Tom Longworth
Tom Longworth
Mixing Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's much too late to start again
I'm not your pal, I'm not your friend
But I don't know what else to do
Being so hung up on you
Without a trace, this too shall pass
Just like the imprints of our bodies in the grass
But there's nothing else I can do
Except be hopelessly in love with you
[Chorus]
I don't think we'll make it to the end
Holding hands as we both shuffle towards the edge
But as the trumpets sound, alerting all around
I'll stick to you just like your shadow on the ground
[Instrumental]
We missed the boat, jumped in the sea
The waves just crashed and pummelled into me
Floundering about tryna keep myself from going under
You pull me down with you, now, honey, it's no wonder
[Chorus]
I don't think we'll make it to the end
Holding hands as we both shuffle towards the edge
But as the trumpets sound, alerting all around
I'll stick to you just like your shadow on the ground, on the ground
[Instrumental]
I don't think we'll make it to the end
Holding hands as we both shuffle towards the edge
But as the trumpets sound, alerting all around
I'll stick to you just like your shadow on the ground
And don't mind me, I'm just thinking aloud
But I can't see this situation sorting itself out
I'm left holding on to something that was never really there
I guess this love of ours is way too much to bear
Oh, way too much to bear
Written by: Ben Matthias
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