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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miranda Easten
Miranda Easten
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miranda Easten
Miranda Easten
Composer
Jillian Slade
Jillian Slade
Composer
Shawn Platzker
Shawn Platzker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Haver
Greg Haver
Producer

Lyrics

Climbed into my soul
Tiptoed on a restful bed of roses
Warmth enough to lay in soft repose
And you felt it too
Silver feathers flew
Swinging on a sycamore for two
Promised on a strawberry moon
We were gone too soon
Kissed me, told me
This was a love that sticks like honey
We move freely
You said
I could be your gold rush if you let me
You could be my head rush then forget me
In the right time, in the right town
But it won't work out
Cause it panned out
You didn't love me
Watched you drive away
Left us in a faded picture frame
Tears and rust
I woke the neighbours up
Guess I wasn't enough
Kissed me, told me
This was a love that sticks like honey
We moved freely
You said
I could be your gold rush if you let me
You could be my head rush then forget me
In the right time, in the right town
But it won't work out
Cause it panned out
You didn't love me
I could be your gold rush if you let me
You could be my head rush then forget me
Cause in the right time, in the right town
But it won't work out
Cause it panned out
You didn't love me
Written by: Jillian Slade, Miranda Easten, Shawn Platzker
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