Top Songs By Lonely Spring
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lonely Spring
Performer
Julian Fuchs
Electric Guitar
Simon Fuchs
Vocals
Manuel Schrottenbaum
Electric Guitar
Clemens Landkammer
Drums
Daniel Flamm
Percussion
Johannes Herbst
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Fuchs
Composer
Simon Fuchs
Composer
Manuel Schrottenbaum
Composer
Jordan Haller
Composer
Daniel Flamm
Composer
Johannes Herbst
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ralf Christian Mayer
Mixing Engineer
Björn Engelmann
Mastering Engineer
Daniel Flamm
Producer
Johannes Herbst
Producer
Lyrics
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I tried turning limes to lemonade
Growing up is bittersweet
And I don't like the taste
I tried writing you a symphony
I wrote a four-part harmony
But I just play the bass
My head is hazy
Feeling spacey
Always on the go
Sick and tired
But I'll enjoy the show
It is what it is till it is what it isn't
A couple of kids trying to live for a living
Staying up to the morning
Going down without warning
It is what it is till it is what it isn't
Swing and a miss
But we ain't gonna quit it
Staying up to the morning
Going down without warning
We crash and burn
Will we ever learn?
I cried trying to run with broken bones
My doctor gave me crutches
But I left them both at home
I tried painting Starry Night for you
I couldn't get the colours right
Forgot to buy a blue
My head is hazy
Feeling spacey
Always on the go
Sick and tired
But I'll enjoy the show
It is what it is till it is what it isn't
A couple of kids trying to live for a living
Staying up to the morning
Going down without warning
It is what it is till it is what it isn't
Swing and a miss
But we ain't gonna quit it
Staying up to the morning
Going down without warning (Is what it is)
We crash and burn (Is what it, is what it)
Will we ever learn? (Is what it is, is what it is)
We crash and burn (Is what it, is what it)
Will we ever learn? (Is what it is, is what it is)
We crash and burn (Is what it, is what it)
Will we ever learn? (Is what it is)
Written by: Daniel Flamm, Johannes Herbst, Jordan Haller, Julian Fuchs, Manuel Schrottenbaum, Simon Fuchs