Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miri Devora
Guitar
Matheson Glass
Piano
Andrew Nitz
Bass
Will Yip
Percussion
Patrick Wall
Drums
Queen of Jeans Publishing Designee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miri Devora
Songwriter
Matheson Glass
Songwriter
Andrew Nitz
Songwriter
Patrick Wall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Yip
Producer
Justin Bartlett
Engineer
Lyrics
Meet me in the garden, 12am
Bring the wine, light the lamps
So I know where I am
And when I hear your footfall slide through the grass
I'm already hoping this feeling is gonna last
With the air on our skin, I start sinking in
And I know, I've read the news
There's a hell of a lot to lose
But while we're here, while I can still choose
Glad I'm here, watching it burn with you
If the plan nosedives tonight
Who'll call it off, who'll say goodbye?
'Cause you know
I'd be the last one to try
I'd be the last one to try
The wind is picking up
Smell the snow in the air
Let's pack up all our things and make our way out of here
God, I think I got too high
'Cause the crowds won't move
The cars won't drive
I can barely keep it inside
'Til you put your hands in mine
Try to dance, it's more of a spin
As the ice melts on our skin
And I know, we're soaked through
We probably look like fools
But while we're here, while I can still choose
Leave me here, frozen in time with you
If the plan nosedives tonight
(If I got to do it all again)
Who'll call it off, who'll say goodbye?
(I'd find you there like I did back then)
'Cause you know
I'd be the last one to try
(I love our family, I love our friends)
I'd be the last one to try
(I think your heart keeps mine beating)
I'd be the last one to try
I'd be the last one
Writer(s): William Yip, Andrew Nitz, Marissa Hope Lesnick, Patrick Wal, Kate Matheson Nitz
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