Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ROSÉ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chae Young Park
Songwriter
Jason Evigan
Songwriter
Wayne Hector
Songwriter
Freddy Wexler
Songwriter
Gian Stone
Songwriter
Ben Fielding
Songwriter
Dean Ussher
Songwriter
Rosé
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ROSÉ
Executive Producer
Freddy Wexler
Producer
Gian Stone
Producer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Will Quinnell
Mastering Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
And it crept up on us, in the way that it does
And the moment disappeared
In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust
Now the roses don't grow here
I guess that love does what it wants
And that's just too bad for us
[Verse 1]
Was it all just sleight of hand?
Another trick that fate has played on us again
Two heads in the sand
I hear you talking but I just can't understand
[PreChorus]
Caught in no man's land between the wires
Coming under friendly fire
Can't go forward, can't go back again
[Chorus]
And it crept up on us, in the way that it does
And the moment disappeared
In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust
Now the roses don't grow here
I guess that love does what it wants
And that's just too bad for us
[Verse 2]
Flying high with both eyes closed
Almost touched the sun I guess we got too close
Now I'm dancing on my own
But the music's not as good when you're alone
[PreChorus]
Caught in no man's land between the wires
Coming under friendly fire
Can't go forward, can't go back again
[Chorus]
And it crept up on us, in the way that it does
And the moment disappeared
In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust
Now the roses don't grow here
I guess that love does what it wants
And that's just too bad for us
[Bridge]
We wanna talk, but we don't wanna listen
We play pretend, but we both know it's missing
If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute
At least that's what I tell myself
We wanna talk, but we don't wanna listen
We play pretend, but we both know it's missing
If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute
At least that's what I tell myself
[Chorus]
And it crept up on us, in the way that it does
And the moment disappeared
In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust
Now the roses don't grow here
I guess that love does what it wants
And that's just too bad for us
Written by: ROSÉ, Jason Evigan, Wayne Hector, Gian Stone, Freddie Wexler, Ben Fielding, Dean Ussher