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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isbells
Isbells
Lead Vocals
Chantal Acda
Chantal Acda
Bass Guitar
Nicolas Rombouts
Nicolas Rombouts
Electric Bass Guitar
Anke Verslype
Anke Verslype
Drums
Patricia Vanneste
Patricia Vanneste
Drums
Elko Blijweert
Elko Blijweert
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gaetan Vandewoude
Gaetan Vandewoude
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chantal Acda
Chantal Acda
Producer
Uwe Teichert
Uwe Teichert
Mastering Engineer
Nicolas Rombouts
Nicolas Rombouts
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When there's nothing left
And we are lost
When schools are closed
Cause there ain't no children left
 
When our neighbors fled
To higher ground
And we can't remember
Where we belong
 
Will we go down in style
Will we raise our imaginary glasses
And toast to the end of time
Give me your love
 
As fields run dry
As the sun don't shine
And cats and dogs
Don't even have
A bone to share
And the gods look down
And turn their heads in shame
 
Will we go down in style
Will we raise our imaginary glasses
And toast to the end of time
Will we go down, side by side
Will we go down with a smile
And honor the treasures we hold
 
Give me your love
I'll give you mine
 
Will we go down in style
Will we raise our imaginary glasses
And toast to the end of time
Will we go down, side by side
Will we go down with a smile
And honor the treasures we hold
 
Give me your love
I'll give you mine
I'll give you mine
Written by: Gaetan Vandewoude
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