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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maxime Trepanier
Maxime Trepanier
Harmony Vocals
Philip Hulan
Philip Hulan
Acoustic Guitar
Aidan Morris
Aidan Morris
Acoustic Guitar
Christian Lascelles
Christian Lascelles
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Trepanier
Max Trepanier
Songwriter
Phil Hulan
Phil Hulan
Songwriter
Aidan Morris
Aidan Morris
Songwriter
Arthur Araujo
Arthur Araujo
Songwriter
Christian Lascelles
Christian Lascelles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Poisson
Mike Poisson
Producer

Lyrics

What’s life like past this parking lot
My will can’t wander past the thought
That I just can’t shake this feeling
I just can’t help but feel…
Desk bound in a silent room
Hoping these stars can align soon
So I can shake this feeling
Though I can’t help but feel spaced out
Counting down the time
Til I can find my way
Think I have a problem
And I can’t seem to let it go
Guess I’m on a mission
Permission to lose control
Better call Houston
Better to let them know
That I’m on a mission
A mission to lose control of this
My eyes stare out into the night
Like telescopes searching for light
Yet I just can’t shake this feeling
I just can’t help but feel
Spacebound in an empty room
Wishin this clock would wind down soon
Oh I hope to make
It through
Til it goes away
Am I mistaken, is this it?
Think I have a problem
And I can’t let it go
Ye, I’m on a mission
To lose control
Better call Houston
Better to let them know
That I’m on a mission
A mission to lose control of this
Written by: Aidan Morris, Arthur Araujo, Christian Lascelles, Max Trepanier, Phil Hulan
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