Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abigail Morris
Vocals
Emily Roberts
Guitar
Georgia Davies
Bass Guitar
Aurora Nishevci
Piano
Lizzie Mayland
Guitar
Serafina Steer
Harp
Lucy Humphris
Trumpet
Bradley Jones
Trumpet
Robyn Blair
French Horn
Alistair Goodwin
Bass Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abigail Morris
Songwriter
Emily Roberts
Songwriter
Georgia Davies
Songwriter
Aurora Nishevci
Songwriter
Lizzie Mayland
Songwriter
Rhys Downing
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Ford
Producer
Alan Moulder
Mixing Engineer
Jimmy Robertson
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I have my sentence now
At last, I know just how you felt
I dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin
'Cause we're a lot alike
In favor, like a motorbike
A sailor and a nightingale
They are dancing in convertibles
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
We've got the highway tight
The moon is bursting with headlights
One more and we're away
Love tender in your Chevrolet
And we're a lot alike
In favor, like a motorbike
Like a sailor and the nightingale
Dancing in convertibles
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
Even when the cold comes crashing through
I'm putting all my bets on you
I hope they never understand us
I put my heart inside your palms
My home in your arms
Now we know nothing matters
Nothing matters (oh-oh)
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters, ooh
Writer(s): Aurora Nishevci, Emily Roberts, Georgia Davies, Elizabeth Mayland, Abigail Morris, Rhys Downing
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