Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joe Trohman
Guitar
Patrick Stump
Vocals
Pete Wentz
Bass Guitar
Bill Reichenbach
Trombone
David Low
Cello
Tim Loo
Cello
Dan Fornero
Trumpet
Wayne Bergeron
Trumpet
London Metropolitan Orchestra
Orchestra
Jonathan Moerschel
Viola
Luke Maurer
Viola
Mark Robertson
Violin
Alyssa Park
Violin
Ben Jacobson
Violin
Eun Mee Ahn
Violin
Dan Higgins
Woodwinds
Andy Brown
Conductor
Andy Hurley
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Hurley
Songwriter
Joe Trohman
Songwriter
Patrick Stump
Songwriter
Pete Wentz
Songwriter
Charts of London
Copyist
Jerry Hey
Orchestrator
Jeff Toyne
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Steve McLaughlin
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Model house like meltdowns
Still a modern dream let down, it kills me
You know I'm dying out here
What would you trade the pain for?
I'm not sure
We were a hammer to the statue of David
We were a painting you could never frame and
You were the sunshine of my lifetime
What would you trade the pain for?
This city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose
Like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit
I'll never go, I just want to be invited, oh
Got to give up, get the feeling
Get the feeling, don't fight it, fight it
Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Love from the other side of the apocalypse
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Generation sleep
I'm falling in and out of love
I'm getting that tilted feeling out here
What would you trade the pain for?
I'm not sure
Nowhere left for us to go but heaven
A summer falling through our fingers again and
You were the sunshine of my lifetime
What would you trade the pain for?
We're told we gotta get ahead, yeah, no matter what it takes
But there's no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race
I'll never go, I just want to be invited, oh
Got to give up, get the feeling
Get the feeling, don't fight it, fight it
Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Love from the other side of the apocalypse
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
I saw you in a bright clear field
Hurricane heat in my head
The kinda pain you feel to get good in the end, good in the end
Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain
"Give up what you love
Give up what you love before it does you in"
Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Love from the other side of the apocalypse
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Sending my love
Sending my love
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman
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