Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hana Bryanne McElroy
Songwriter
Lyrics
Sweet was the smell of the flowers that grew here
Sweet was the sound of your voice in my ear
It's stupid the prize when you play stupid games, dear
It cuts like a knife when I see your face here
You tug at my pride with the silks that you left
Up my sleeves
So go
Take yourself home
Go to bed fine
Then you wake up alone
And I've got it in spades
Is it haunting you, babe?
Like a face or a song
You should know
You should know?
Hot was the taste of your breath in my mouth
Keep your well dry years after the drought
In the rain will you touch me?
Like I planned it?
It's too much, we
Understand each other
In the bathtub
By the shore
Did you get what you came for?
So go
Take yourself home
Go to bed fine
Then you wake up alone
And I've got it in spades
Is it haunting you, babe?
Like a face or a song
You should know
You should know?
Someone's singing on the radio
Just what they're saying I don't know
Take yourself home
Take yourself home
Go to bed fine
Then you wake up alone
I've got it in spades
Is it haunting you babe?
Like a face or a song you should know but you don't?
But you don't?
Written by: Hana Bryanne McElroy