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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Revivalists
The Revivalists
Performer
Zack Feinberg
Zack Feinberg
Guitar
Ed Williams
Ed Williams
Pedal Steel Guitar
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Drums
Michael Girardot
Michael Girardot
Keyboards
George M Gekas
George M Gekas
Bass Guitar
David William Shaw
David William Shaw
Vocals
Robert Ingraham
Robert Ingraham
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Composer
Robert Ingraham
Robert Ingraham
Composer
Zachary Feinberg
Zachary Feinberg
Songwriter
Michael Girardot
Michael Girardot
Composer
George M Gekas
George M Gekas
Composer
David Shaw
David Shaw
Songwriter
Ed Williams
Ed Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zack Feinberg
Zack Feinberg
Producer
Ed Williams
Ed Williams
Producer
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Producer
Michael Girardot
Michael Girardot
Producer
Adam Grover
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
George M Gekas
George M Gekas
Producer
David William Shaw
David William Shaw
Producer
Robert Ingraham
Robert Ingraham
Producer

Lyrics

This is the final come and go
I keep fighting faith 'cause I don’t wanna know
On this eve in fall, lights shining over
She’s colder than she would show
I guess I’ll just take the pill
And fall into the meadow
This isn’t who I am I’m a soldier with a medal
All my gold turned to glass
And now I’m breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I’m breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
Find someone to help these hard times pass
So let me put my costume on
I’ve gone a million miles
With the same crooked smile
And I always give you all you need
But I can see that you’re dancing with the devil
So I hope you brought your shovel
You won’t get what you need
If you’re not down on his level
And it’s okay just a little mischief
Hotel rooms were made for this
I’ve got you open like a butterfly
Inside you made my soul cry
All day all night for my lifetime
Just a little mischief, mischief
All my gold turned to glass
And now I’m breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I’m breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
Find someone
Find someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
Find someone
I am someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I’m breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I’m breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
Below my feet were steaming coals
And now I’m filled with holes
I need someone to help these hard times pass
If all your gold turns to glass
They find you breathing fast
I am someone to help your hard times pass
Find someone
Find someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
Find someone
I am someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
Written by: Andrew Stephen Campanelli, David William Shaw, Edward George Williams, George M Gekas, Michael Girardot, Robert Ingraham, Zachary Feinberg
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