Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wurley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Finn Guillemin
Composer
Nora Loftus
Composer
Graham Johnson
Composer
Ezra Key-Cohen
Composer
Olivier Hart-Vilain
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wurley
Producer
Dani Bennett- Spragg
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Pink daisies cloud my eyes
My friend looks like a fish
She's fated
To call me names I guess I'm such a bitch
These take me places where love exists like flies sit on a wall
Yet I'm amazed at the way you sit in my mind down the hall
Woah
Take it slow
Take it slow
I said can I have the room
I never lasted past noon
She's such an addict to me
Taking hits off my tree
We're walking past many signs
They picture us apart
She's talking pretty words
I'll draw them in my dreams
These little thoughts of little things that haunt be-cross my eyes
Like little frogs or cats and dogs and fish who never fly
Woah
Take it slow
Take it slow
I said can I have the room
I never lasted past noon
She's such an addict to me
Taking hits off my tree
I said can I have the room
Oh lord, oh no
I never lasted past noon
Woah she's such an addict to me lord
Woah she's such an addict to me lord
Oh she's such an addict to me lord
Written by: Ezra Key-Cohen, Finn Guillemin, Graham Johnson, Nora Loftus, Olivier Hart-Vilain