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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Clarke
Vocals
Kerry McCoy
Guitar
Shiv Mehra
Guitar
Christopher Paul Johnson
Bass
Daniel Jordan Tracy
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Clarke
Songwriter
Kerry McCoy
Songwriter
Shiv Mehra
Songwriter
Christopher Paul Johnson
Songwriter
Daniel Jordan Tracy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darrell Thorpe
Engineer
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Producer
Mike Schuppan
Engineer
Zach Weeks
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I sat and reflected on
The only photo at your funeral
On the easel
In the shadow of the willow Sacred Heart
Where we started wanting, weeding
Southern autumn places of your life overgrown
Warm winds blow
Secrets we die with
Trembling weakness is what haunts us now
Inside the windows
What once made us proud
I owned everything thought to be suicidal mania
I was everything taught to me
Drinking deeply, the truth of my grief
But what else could be?
Everything was written, I saw everybody plead
I owned everything thought to be suicidal mania
I was everything taught to me
Drinking deeply, the truth of my grief
Show me now everything that I offer
I saw my own father
Lay the ground beneath me
I owned everything thought to be
I was everything taught to me
All the tapes and all of the letters
At Heaven's gate, standing with the guards
My love is endless
Everything of you is me
Every step is toward the grave
Could it be flesh and blood were all we gave?
Writer(s): George Lesage Clarke, Kerry Dylan Mccoy, Christopher Johnson, Shiv Mehra, Daniel Tracy
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