Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erica Freas
Erica Freas
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niall Earle
Niall Earle
Songwriter
Alan West
Alan West
Songwriter
Ben Clavin
Ben Clavin
Songwriter
Anthony Clavin
Anthony Clavin
Songwriter
Stuart Daly
Stuart Daly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shauny Cads of Last Light Ireland
Shauny Cads of Last Light Ireland
Recording Engineer
Ryne Smith at Sterling Sound Nashville USA
Ryne Smith at Sterling Sound Nashville USA
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It was the dead of summer and it felt like the beginning and end
Days bled into each other, I heard music that would bruise me how could I be the same again
Like seeing in colour for the first time
Now hate has a brother, he's a friend of mine
And now you got me singing at the top of my lungs
What is going on
Singing at the top of my lungs
Do you know this song
Singing at the top of my lungs
What is going on
It's blocked out the sun
It gave me the words to say where I've been
To carve out of stone the things that I've seen
And now you got me singing at the top of my lungs
What is going on
Singing at the top of my lungs
Do you know this song
Singing at the top of my lungs
What is going on
It's blocked out the sun
The years started weighing
Heavy on my feet
I didn't even notice
I'm on my own
I replaced the bone
Now with slab and stone
I didn't even notice
I'm on my own
I stopped in my tracks
Like I'd been robbed
The chorus kicked in
I wasn't singing along
The words were the same
The meaning was lost
That's how I found out
I'd grown out of your songs
Grown out of your songs
Grown out of your songs
Grown out
Written by: Alan West, Anthony Clavin, Ben Clavin, Niall Earle, Stuart Daly
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out