Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bo Staloch
Vocals
Nina Naples
Background Vocals
Cassidy Turbin
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bo Staloch
Composer
Andrew Wells
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Wells
Producer
Gerhard Westphalen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Salt, my skin
Stains me like the sea
Blind, my kin
Turning nothing into something, mm
Tall, tallest
They say the bigger they are, the harder they fall
Tongue-, tongue-tied
You get more quiet the louder you call
Riding on a fault line
But, darling, it's my fault this time
I'm riding on a fault line
But, darling, it's my fault this time
I'm gonna fall the whole way through
I'm gonna fall the whole way through
We were just young kids in love
That was all it was s'posed to be
You were angry, I was trying
Now it's gone too far to see
And who the hell likes crying?
Crying about the one that you love
I was caught between the lines
Now we're running out of time
We're riding on a fault line
Well, darling, it's my fault this time
We're riding on a fault line
But, darling, it's my fault this time
I'm gonna fall the whole way through
I'm gonna fall the whole way through
Sometimes, blame is unconscious
But falls on my conscience
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Writer(s): Andrew Wells, Bo Staloch
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