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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Mandolin
Conor Oberst
Conor Oberst
Vocals
Adam Reich
Adam Reich
Acoustic Guitar
Nathaniel Walcott
Nathaniel Walcott
Piano
Jason Boesel
Jason Boesel
Drums
Griffin Goldsmith
Griffin Goldsmith
Drums
Macey Taylor
Macey Taylor
Bass
E. Babbs
E. Babbs
DJ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Oberst
Conor Oberst
Songwriter
Nathaniel Walcott
Nathaniel Walcott
Songwriter
Alex Orange Drink
Alex Orange Drink
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bright Eyes
Bright Eyes
Producer
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Mixing Engineer
Adam Roberts
Adam Roberts
Engineer
Bob Jackson
Bob Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Brian Lee
Brian Lee
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Maybe this streak's alive
Color in the things you like about me
Was it the violence that split the stars in threes?
[Verse 1]
Looking in the back where the planets end
The dedication page, it begins
Nah, I don't drink much, just the cold stuff
Nah, I wouldn't lie down, drown in the wet ground
I can't deny
The Futurist's abyss is on the rise
[Verse 2]
Tried to tip my way into heaven's gate
Must of lost a fortune along the way
I never saved up for a rainy day
I put it all upon the brass collection plate
[Chorus]
Am I gonna die?
Or beat back all these tiny suicides?
[Verse 3]
Maybe if the sky aligns
Maybe I could have you one last time
Was it the silence that amplified the reverb in my mind?
[Chorus]
Someday we all die
Why give into these tiny suicides?
Written by: Alex Levine, Alex Orange Drink, Conor Oberst, Nathaniel Walcott
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