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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brynn Cartelli
Brynn Cartelli
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brynn Cartelli
Brynn Cartelli
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Maury
Andrew Maury
Mixing Engineer
Adam Argyle
Adam Argyle
Producer

Lyrics

Maples hang low
Ice on the road
Puddles, muddy snow
Sun down at four
Lock me down, don't ever let me go
Drive around a dead end and cut the cycle
Let me drown, in a pile of northern gold
'Cause in this town, it's not a pretty show
Hanging on to a lightning bolt
It flashes once, I let it go
After all these years, I've lost my hope
On the darker days, on the darker days
White in my hair
Age me, who cares?
Boredom, messy affairs (oh)
A table with empty chairs
Lock me down, don't ever let me go
Drive around a dead end and cut the cycle
Let me drown (drown) in a pile of northern gold
'Cause in my town, it's not a pretty show
Hanging on to a lightning bolt
It flashes once, I let it go
After all these years, I've lost my hope
On the darker days, on the dark
I dreamed of long nights, feeling alive
I'm doing the same thing a million times
Best part of winter is the middle of July
I hold tight to the light before it dies
Before it dies
Hanging on to a lightning bolt
It flashes once, I let it go (once I let it go, I let it go)
After all these years, I've lost my hope
On the darker days (days)
On the darker days
On the darker days
On the darker days
Written by: Brynn Cartelli
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