Upcoming Concerts for Parlour Magic
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luc Bokor-Smith
Vocals
Luca Chesney
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luc Bokor-Smith
Songwriter
Luca Chesney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luc Bokor-Smith
Producer
Fab Dupont
Producer
Lyrics
Outside of the atmosphere now
Waiting for the air to run out
Hoping it'll come back around but it won't
The light reminds you of days that are gone
The only place that you go is your home
You turn the blinds down so nobody knows where you go
We lost again
A shot through my chest
And I won't let go tonight
You're right
I'm wrong
We'll leave it alone
Until clocks stop and the light goes
You're on the clock
You're on the line
You can't get off
It's midnight
Your skin is cold
The price is right
And tension's high between you and I
Last words were that I'm still the one
Burning under alien sun
Been holding out hope for another run
Five-year plan to bring you back to me
But what's the point if we'll never be free
God knows if we'll still be here next week or not
I know I said
It's in your head
But I won't let go tonight
I'm right
You're wrong
We'll leave it alone
But I can't hear you calling on the phone
Imagine a coin
Flipped in to the air
Spinning round and round
Small details
Alien noises
Bends and silences
Slow waves
The in-between
You're on the clock
You're on the line
You can't get off
It's midnight
Your skin is cold
The price is right
And tension's high between you and I
You're on the clock
You're on the line
You can't get off
It's midnight
Your skin is cold
The price is right
And tension's high between you and I
Written by: Luc Bokor-Smith, Luca Chesney