Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Static Dress
Performer
Contrast
Background Vocals
George Holding
Background Vocals
Sam Ogden
Drums
Olli Appleyard
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Bickerstaffe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Static Dress
Producer
Erik Bickerstaffe
Producer
Grant Berry
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
And even the prettiest of people have the ugliest of moments
Spent on the stairways alone
You bury me in the deepest lake and strap cinder to my feet
I'll overturn the tides as you just bury me
So once I sink low enough
And all the fibres start to part
You let your false words retract themselves
And the canvas fix the art
You hold your breath for steady aim
To use me as a barricade
You courtier the child's games
Eyes are glazed and filled with shame
I think that I moved on too soon
I'm just left here with my thoughts gripped on losing you
You're dying here with open palms
Final thoughts, dead in her arms
I think that I moved on too soon
[Instrumental]
So cover up and help me quit
I watched you scratch beneath the surface
So much you made a home
So much you made a home
So much you made a home
So much you made a home
Caught in a steady aim
To use me like a barricade
I think that I moved on too soon
Just left here with my thoughts
Warning shots on you
Dying here with open palms
Final thoughts, dead in her arms
I think that I moved on too soon
On too soon
Written by: Erik Bickerstaffe, Static Dress