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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Koe Wetzel
Vocals
Gabe Simon
Bass
Carrie Karpinen
Drums
Josh Serrato
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabe Simon
Songwriter
Mick Coogan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gabe Simon
Producer
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Jordon Silva
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Robbins
Producer
Maddie Harmon
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Justin Shturtz
Assistant Engineer
Carrie Karpinen
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Said that we'd sleep on it, but still, we wake up mad
Maybe that's how gardens grow, you plant the good with the bad
No one here is innocent, we all fall off the track
We could bury every hatchet, hope the love starts growing back
[Chorus]
And maybe it'll be okay, but we can't pray this all away
How we gonna stop the rain and bring on back them summer days?
We got no idea what the future has in store
Maybe love-stained tears is the best we can hope for
But I can't change your mind, wish that I could take it back
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
[Verse 2]
Sit down at the table, the tension in the air
You all dressed in silence while my mind runs here and there
Scared to break the standstill, but we need some kind of truce
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't pull up the roots
[Chorus]
And maybe it'll be okay, but we can't pray this all away
How we gonna stop the rain and bring on back them summer days?
We got no idea what the future has in store
Maybe love-stained tears is the best we can hope for
But I can't change your mind, wish that I could take it back
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
[Outro]
And maybe it'll be okay, but we can't pray this all away
How we gonna stop the rain and bring on back them summer days?
We got no idea what the future has in store
Maybe love-stained tears is the best we can hope for
But I can't change your mind, wish that I could take it back
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
Written by: Gabe Simon, Mick Coogan