Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Angie McMahon
Lead Vocals
Brad Cook
Synthesizer
Matt McCaughan
Drums
Phil Cook
Organ
Leif Vollebekk
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angie McMahon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Angie McMahon
Producer
Brad Cook
Producer
Paul Voran
Recording Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer
Alex O'Gorman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
This season is for going back to the sea
Where nothing is certain, to rinse off old parts of me
Towelling my clean skin, powerful washing away
I always want outlines, I head for the shore
Beg for the road signs that I had before
But that wasn't joy, amnesia, babe, that was pain
And pain will be on every map, just like north is
Pain will be in every year, just like August
And if you get everything right, then there's nothing else left
Left
Remember that magical thing that you found that said
"From this point forth, I am sticking around
I am coming with you, I'm gonna show up in your shape?"
You can pick your grace out of the crowd
You have done it before, and it made you so loud
Then it taught you that lesson about breathing, babe, when it failed
And failure is on every map, just like north is
Failure is in every year, just like August
You had to be ugly before you were gorgeous
Balancing tiger with rhythm of tortoise, here in your chest
(Chest) chest, (chest) chest, chest
You're not gonna blow it 'cause slowness is calling
You don't have to know where your feet will be falling
If you get everything right, then there's nothing else left
And if you get everything right, then there's nothing else left
Left
Writer(s): Angie Mcmahon
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