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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Graham Hunt
Graham Hunt
Guitar
Shannon Connor
Shannon Connor
Bass
Isaac DeBroux-Slone
Isaac DeBroux-Slone
Vocals
Logan Severson
Logan Severson
Vocals
Neal Jochmann
Neal Jochmann
Bass
Ivette Colon
Ivette Colon
Vocals
Stu Manley
Stu Manley
Drums
Sam Reitman
Sam Reitman
Drums
Sahan Jayasuriya
Sahan Jayasuriya
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graham Hunt
Graham Hunt
Songwriter
Thax Douglas
Thax Douglas
Poetry
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Graham Hunt
Graham Hunt
Producer
Shannon Connor
Shannon Connor
Producer
Justin Perkins
Justin Perkins
Mastering Engineer
Michael Jantz
Michael Jantz
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Spraying dirt all over the garden path
I think that you shouldn't have told me that
Not everything has to be left unsaid
Right on, right on
[Verse 2]
Find five figures in the heart of the compost pile
In Ibiza, and I'm learning about the style
One day, they're gonna shut the whole thing down
Right on, right on
[PreChorus]
I lost you in the tent
But I'll see you again
You come back as a flower
I'll be a frog in the shower
[PreChorus]
So give me just a little more off the top
Spend years being something that you're not
Come back in a century and try it again
Right on
[Chorus]
There's no more mile markers, but there's money in the marker biz
Forty year-old head in a jar, no rhythm but circadian
The wind that rattles all the windows sounds like it wants to get in
One day, it will, and that's okay 'cause then, we'll just start it again
[Verse 3]
Taking notes of the number of every page
I skip to the middle, I'm in a maze
But the exit is guarded by ancient cats
Right on
[PreChorus]
I lost you in the tent
But I'll see you again
You come back as a flower
I'll be a frog in the shower
[PreChorus]
So give me just a little more off the top
Spend years being something that you're not
Come back in a century and try it again
Right on
[Chorus]
There's no more mile markers, but there's money in the marker biz
Forty year-old head in a jar, no rhythm but circadian
The wind that rattles all the windows sounds like it wants to get in
One day, it will, and that's okay 'cause then, we'll just start it again
[Chorus]
There's no more mile markers, but there's money in the marker biz
Forty year-old head in a jar, no rhythm but circadian
The wind that rattles all the windows sounds like it wants to get in
One day, it will, and that's okay 'cause then, we'll just start it again
[Outro]
One day, it will, and that's okay 'cause then, we'll just start it again
Written by: Graham Hunt
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