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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Closure In Moscow
Closure In Moscow
Performer
Duncan Millar
Duncan Millar
Bass
James Bowers
James Bowers
Keyboards
Michael Barrett
Michael Barrett
Guitar
Christopher de Cinque
Christopher de Cinque
Lead Vocals
Salvatore Aidone
Salvatore Aidone
Drums
Mansur Zennelli
Mansur Zennelli
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duncan Millar
Duncan Millar
Composer
Michael Barrett
Michael Barrett
Composer
Christopher de Cinque
Christopher de Cinque
Lyrics
Rebecca Whitton
Rebecca Whitton
Composer
Salvatore Aidone
Salvatore Aidone
Composer
Mansur Zennelli
Mansur Zennelli
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrei Eremin
Andrei Eremin
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shallow fire, grave of sticks
Will it always come to this?
Chasing my tail in the void
That which is pure I have destroyed
Shallow fire in the sand
Left with your blood on my hands
Now there's a river to your door
And I can't cross when you won't open up anymore
Drift back to the tomb alone
I'll sit making my plans
So won't you save yourself some time and let me lie like the devil I am?
My stars, they keep falling so fast
I'll just keep riding through the eye of the storm that keeps pulling me back
Keeps pulling me back
It keeps pulling me back
This fever dream's pulling me back
Shallow fire, dying light
Swallowed up by the night
Love is a violence, I'm a child
Hiding in your shadow, pretend I'm safe one more night
Drift back to the tomb alone
I'll sift through broken plans
So won't you save yourself some time and let me lie like the devil I am?
My stars, they keep falling so fast
I'll just keep riding through the eye of the storm that keeps pulling me back
Keeps pulling me back
It keeps pulling me back
This fever dream's pulling me back
Riding through the eye of the storm, fever dreaming
Riding through the storm on the road to your door
Shallow fire in the sand
Left with your blood on my hands
Shallow fire, grave of sticks
Will it always come to this?
I don't believe it
No, there were oh, so many times
Shallow fire held your hand
Now I don't know where to land
Bury my heart down by your grave
Still trapped by the thought that shallow fires never fade
So won't you save yourself some time and let me lie like the devil I am?
My stars, they keep falling so fast
I'll just keep riding through the eye of the storm that keeps pulling me back
Pulling me back down
Oh, down to hell
Written by: Christopher de Cinque, Duncan Millar, Mansur Zennelli, Michael Barrett, Rebecca Whitton, Salvatore Aidone
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