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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blue Ridge Band
Blue Ridge Band
Performer
Trudy
Trudy
Lead Vocals
Jérémy Plante
Jérémy Plante
Lead Vocals
Martin Aubin
Martin Aubin
Electric Guitar
Eric Lemelin
Eric Lemelin
Electric Guitar
Samuel Jalbert-Raymond
Samuel Jalbert-Raymond
Drums
Mario Lafrance
Mario Lafrance
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jérémy Plante
Jérémy Plante
Songwriter
Martin Aubin
Martin Aubin
Composer
Trudy Simoneau
Trudy Simoneau
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Aubin
Martin Aubin
Producer
Mike Cervantes
Mike Cervantes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It never felt like a mistake
It was never for show
Caught your eyes through the haze and the smoke
But held my ground on to you
 
I felt the pull of something magical
Like a spell I couldn’t let go
Chemical and undeniable
Just a glimpse of what we could’ve been
 
Some fires burn bright but aren’t meant to hold
A spark that we shared but we’ll never know
If our feelings were right, but the timing was wrong
Yeah, it feels like a summer
Like a breeze on an ember
Yeah, some fires burn bright, but ours
will be remembered
as it flickers out of sight
 
I pictured us on the highway
Chasing the open sky
Burning gas and the miles rolled away
We claimed our own piece of time
 
I felt the pull of something magical
Like a spell I couldn’t let go
Chemical and undeniable
But you had to walk away
 
Some fires burn bright but aren’t meant to hold
A spark that we shared but we’ll never know
If our feelings were right, but the timing was wrong
It wasn’t forever, but it’s still something Yeah
Yeah, it feels like a summer
Like a breeze on an ember
Yeah, some fires burn bright, but ours
will be remembered
as it flickers out of sight
 
A glance that lingered,
a step never taken
A story that begins with the end
Some fires burn bright but aren’t meant to hold
A spark that we shared but we’ll never know
If our feelings were right, but the timing was wrong
It wasn’t forever, but it’s still something Yeah
Yeah, it feels like a summer
Like a breeze on an ember
Yeah, some fires burn bright, but ours
will be remembered
as it flickers out of sight
Written by: Jérémy Plante, Martin Aubin, Trudy Simoneau
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