Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Vocals
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Drums
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Vocals
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Guitar
Lucas Harwood
Lucas Harwood
Vocals
Stuart Mackenzie
Stuart Mackenzie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Songwriter
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Songwriter
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Songwriter
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Songwriter
Stuart Mackenzie
Stuart Mackenzie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Carra
Joseph Carra
Mastering Engineer
Sam Joseph
Sam Joseph
Recording Engineer
Stuart Mackenzie
Stuart Mackenzie
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've been to the doctor somewhat recently
Because
I haven't felt safe in my skin
Uh-uh
There's an army of torment policing my pain
And it's got me disintegrating
How will it manifest?
Manifest
And from what materials will it be made?
I don't know, I don't know
How long can one spend dying
Dying before
Before they completely disappear?
[Verse 2]
Gotta leave my problems at the jet bridge
Can't be carrying heavy luggage
Gotta leave my problems at the jet bridge
Can't be carrying heavy luggage
Relationships
Falling to pieces
No matter how much I keep on screaming
Treat 'em how you'd like to be treated
Leave your problems at the door
[Verse 3]
The turmoil's boiling up, steaming hot
Wish I'd never let it get to this point of no return
Seems as though I've hit a roadblock
My wheels ain't pulling up, they keep dragging down
I got a lot of fuel to burn
I've been drinking
Drinking, drinking
On the job
Not much thinking going on about the passengers I got on board
Satan's winking
Winking, winking
Givin' me the nod
My eyelids are twitching from my beer goggles as I'm tryin' to clear the fog
[Chorus]
I gotta leave my problems at the jet bridge
I can't be carrying heavy luggage
I gotta leave my problems at the jet bridge
Or you'll be suffering some heavy losses
Psychologists, no, they ain't listenin'
No matter how much I keep on screamin'
Treat me like you treat the other ones if I'm to leave my problems at the door
[Verse 4]
I'll just keep on winging it
Wing it
There's always blue skies ahead
Blue skies
I'll just keep on winging it
Wing it
Gotta keep it all up in the air
Ooh yeah
Put my chin up
Chin up
Fly high
Fly high
Zenith
Zenith
Ascent
Ascent
I'll just keep on winging it
Wing it
Gotta keep it all up in the air
Written by: Ambrose Kenny-Smith, Cook Craig, Joseph Walker, Michael Cavanagh, Stuart Mackenzie
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