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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Father John Misty
Father John Misty
Vocals
Christine Kim
Christine Kim
Cello
Jacob Scesney
Jacob Scesney
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Tillman
Joshua Tillman
Songwriter
Drew Erickson
Drew Erickson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Tillman
Joshua Tillman
Producer
Drew Erickson
Drew Erickson
Producer
Michael Harris
Michael Harris
Recording Engineer
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

The optimist swears hope dies last And shoots the lamplight clean from the brakeman's hand It's always the darkest right before the end And you could say that no one here really believes In the future, in perfection, that things aren't what they seem Like a sucker with a scratcher, like a fuck-up with a dream Stabbing at the ashtray like it might give up the truth Like it might finally confess who else you're nearly faithful to Stay young Get numb Keep dreaming Screamland Picked me up and drove by the light of the moon Four hours to the desert from the drawing room This year's wine tasted suspicious but just enough like love God must be with the outcasts 'cause when I call, you come And at this late hour Won't have to beg mercy for defeat Just drop your hands the way love taught you Ash white and voodoo, deathless as a weed Since I lied to keep you, I'm starting to feel Like how long can you love someone for the weakness they conceal? Stay young Get numb Keep dreaming Screamland Love must find a way, love must find a way After every desperate measure, just a miracle will take Love must find a way, ah, love must find a way After every desperate measure, just a miracle will take Roll the stone away, I want to go Where everyone is perfect beneath their robes Honey, take me down to the water's edge Mama said that we could get my hip brace wet Maybe we are living in a state of grace returned Maybe faith like this has at least one practitioner Rings up to the knuckles, sutures in the bath Here lie the born losers, God won't take them back Stay young Get numb Keep dreaming, oh Screamland, oh Keep dreaming, oh Screamland Screamland Screamland, oh Screamland, oh Screamland, oh
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