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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moreish Idols
Moreish Idols
Performer
Caspar Swindells
Caspar Swindells
Background Vocals
Jude Lilley
Jude Lilley
Lead Vocals
Solomon Lamey
Solomon Lamey
Drums
Tom Kellett
Tom Kellett
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caspar Swindells
Caspar Swindells
Composer
Dylan Muchanyuka Humphreys
Dylan Muchanyuka Humphreys
Composer
Jude Lilley
Jude Lilley
Composer
Solomon Lamey
Solomon Lamey
Composer
Tom Kellett
Tom Kellett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Carey
Dan Carey
Producer

Lyrics

This broken treadmill
These endless rows of steel
This broken treadmill
These endless rows of steel
She knows from this line
there ain't no goin' back
She knows from this line
there ain't no goin' back
The city's closer
The city's closer
She grips the duffel bag
that's diggin' in her shoulder
Refuse to crack
this burden she is carrying
Pulls out her bag
a can with peas and carrots in
No turning back
the consequence too harrowing
This endless track
away from all the panicking
This broken treadmill
These endless rows of steel
This broken treadmill
These endless rows of steel
She knows from this line
there ain't no goin' back
She knows from this line
there ain't no goin' back
The city's closer
The city's closer
She grips the duffel bag
that's diggin' in her shoulder
Ignite the fuel
Ignite the fuel
Keep one step forward
This god they say is cruel
A pocket knife
An action figure
Her diary
A family picture
The city's closer
The city's closer
She grips the duffel bag
that's diggin' in her shoulder
Ignite the fuel
Ignite the fuel
Keep one step forward
This god they say is cruel
Roses growing through the rust
(The sun beats,
blisters on her feet
She doesn't wanna, doesn't wanna
hop the carriage on her own)
Feel your way
through the rain
and throw yourself away
(An oak tree,
take shelter from the heat
She doesn't wanna, doesn't wanna
hop the carriage on her own)
Clouds full of hail
Waiting for a change
The city's closer
The city's closer
She grips the duffel bag
that's diggin' in her shoulder
Ignite the fuel
Ignite the fuel
Keep one step forward
This god they say is cruel
It's getting closer
The city's closer
She grips the duffel bag
that's diggin' in her shoulder
Ignite the fuel
Ignite the fuel
Keep one step forward
This god they say is cruel
Roses growing through the rust
(The sun beats,
blisters on her feet
She doesn't wanna, doesn't wanna
hop the carriage on her own)
Feel your way
through the rain
and throw yourself away
(An oak tree,
take shelter from the heat
She doesn't wanna, doesn't wanna
hop the carriage on her own)
Clouds full of hail
Waiting for a change
(For every callback
is a step further away)
Pulled straight from the ground
With a smile on your face
(A selfish hunger
just to hold you once again)
The freight appears
beneath the setting sun
Forget your fears
'Cos now it's time to run
Abandon home
A place that failed you everyday
But now there's hope
Along this graveyard railway
This broken treadmill
These endless rows of steel
This broken treadmill
These endless rows of steel
She knows from this line
there ain't no goin' back
She knows from this line
there ain't no goin' back
Written by: Caspar Swindells, Dylan Muchanyuka Humphreys, Jude Lilley, Solomon Lamey, Tom Kellett
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