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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
lots of hands
lots of hands
Performer
Billy Woodhouse
Billy Woodhouse
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Woodhouse
Billy Woodhouse
Composer
Elliot Dryden
Elliot Dryden
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Woodhouse
Billy Woodhouse
Producer
Elliot Dryden
Elliot Dryden
Producer

Lyrics

The rain will never end
It'll haunt you like a shadow
Reminders in your life
You know that I'm right here
I'll hold your hand like amber
'Cause death is just a word
Yeah, death is just a word
The feeling's a reminder
Of past nights in the cold
You don't turn off the light
You leave the blind wide open
And float into the sun
Oh, well
Oh, well
The future's just your mind
The past is an idea
It breaks up what is not
'Cause death is only cold
You hold your head against the wall
And listen to the sounds
The sound of pouring rain
Spelling out the only name
That's written on the note
It's written with your blood
And bound with thoughts and prayers
If that's a real thing
Oh, well
Oh, well
Written by: Billy Woodhouse, Elliot Dryden
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