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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tré Burt
Tré Burt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tré Burt
Tré Burt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tré Burt
Tré Burt
Producer
Andrija Tokic
Andrija Tokic
Producer

Lyrics

I test the power of a gesture with the might of my weakest hand
Meanwhile Lillian's in crisis and devours the song in a man
I been to places where my only concern is the width of the wall
Maybe Lillian can tell me if she hears anything at all
I like a desperate situation but only the kind where ya win
Ain't nothin Lillian can do about the favors I ask of a friend
Man, it hurts my eyes seeing Time Square on movie screens
I wonder if Lillian has thoughts about the post-american dream
The heavier sigh comes without feeling
What beckons the sky is the pleasure of land
Around again, it never ends
Lillian
It only takes about a minute to dirty up the shirt I wash
I hope Lillian don't find me scrubbing the good times off
I'm comin down, comin down, ain't nobody wanna see me crash
Just figure Lillian is busy with the ghost that knows of her past
The heavier sigh comes without feeling
What beckons the sky is the pleasure of land
You tell me now, I told ya then
Lillian
Written by: Tré Burt
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