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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Foster
Mark Foster
Vocals
Stewart Cole
Stewart Cole
Trumpet
Isom Innis
Isom Innis
Drums
Sean Cimino
Sean Cimino
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Foster
Mark Foster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Foster
Mark Foster
Producer
Isom Innis
Isom Innis
Producer
Chaz Sexton
Chaz Sexton
Engineer
Patrick Ford
Patrick Ford
Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I was a proper broken, broken bird just twitching with the wings in the glass I hurt my beak from sniffin' too many things And now the air's in my-, I got some air in my wings Got some air in my-, got some air in my wings Caught some air in my-, got some air, yeah, I caught some air Winter pushes my thoughts south when I start to fly But the wind has other plans And then I'm survivin' in my head, ooh Tryin' to survive it in my own head, ooh And then I'm survivin' in my head, ooh Tryin' to survive it in my own head, ooh The people walkin' down the street always try some clever things To socialize Anglin' to get a little closer to their prize But I put up walls and fight for space to get some shelter from the storm That's when the shadow forms Isolatin' in my room and dreamin' about the views Winter pushes my thoughts south when I start to fly But the wind has other plans And then I'm survivin' in my head, ooh Tryin' to survive it in my own head, ooh And then I'm survivin' in my head, ooh Tryin' to survive it in my own head, ooh The white morning static Ebbs and flows on my waking breath The child inside peers through my tired eyes To change, to call out in prayer To ask for help from up there Is anybody out there? I can hear it, and I know When the walls are grey and faded away When the walls turn grey, I'm fadin' away The color in the walls just faded away
Writer(s): Mark Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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