Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Finja Keogh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Finja Keogh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Finja Keogh
Producer
Liam Maye
Co-Producer
Lyrics
On the staircase of a museum
Our friends dance where we can see 'em
We get a taste
We get a taste
She asks me how I'm feeling
Say what you wanna say
I say I feel it again
But it's slipping away
I'm almost on my knees now
Say what you wanna say
I say I feel it again
And I need it to stay
Joy wears off like a scent
Can't take back what I meant
I'm not proud of how I've bent
Joy wears off like a scent
Can't take back what I meant
I'm not proud of how I've bent
And when I feel it again
I'm so busy keeping it from slipping away
(Joy wears off like a scent
Can't take back what I meant)
And I know the stakes
I get dizzy kinda scared of heights and I'm way up
On the staircase of a museum
Our friends dance where we can see 'em
We get a taste
Skin stained blue by the hour
And A's pretty pretty like a flower
She understands me
On the staircase of a museum
Our friends dance where we can see 'em
We get a taste
Skin stained blue by the hour
And A's pretty pretty like a flower
She understands me
And when I feel it again
I'm so busy keeping it from slipping away
And when I feel it again
I get lonely when I'm with my friends
A's pretty like a flower
But as tough as it gets
She said she got enough of this mess
She says I've got to feel with my chest
(hey)
A's pretty like a flower
But as tough as it gets
She said she got enough of this mess
She says I've got to feel with my chest
(hey)
A's pretty like a flower
But as tough as it gets
She said she got enough of this mess
She says I've got to feel with my chest
(hey)
Writer(s): Finja Keogh
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