Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Berninger
Lead Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Berninger
Songwriter
Bryce Dessner
Songwriter
Aaron Dessner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryce Dessner
Producer
Aaron Dessner
Producer
Marcus Paquin
Engineer
Craig Silvey
Mixing Engineer
Bella Blasko
Assistant Engineer
Eduardo De La Paz Canel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Jonathan Low
Engineer
Nick Lloyd
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
I survived the dinner
And the air went thinner
I retired to the briars by the pool
It gets so loud
If I die this instant
Taken from a distance
They would probably list it down
Among other things 'round town
Got my rings around me
I got baby to pound me
I see stars and go weak
My baby cries and lays me down
In the skies over black Venice
I see eyes of a white menace
The surprise of the week
Is that I never heard the sound
All the L.A. women
Fall asleep while swimmin'
I got paid to fish 'em out
And then one day I lost the job
And I cried a little
I got fried a little
Then she laid her eyes on mine
And she said, "Babe, you're better off"
I got my rings around me
I got baby to pound me
I see stars and go weak
My baby cries and lays me down
In the skies over black Venice
I see eyes of a white menace
The surprise of the week
Is that I never heard the sound
Tunnel vision lights my way
Lead a little life today
As the free-fall advances
I'm the moron who dances
Ah
I was teething on roses
I was in guns and noses
Ah
Under the withering white skies of humiliation
Under the withering white skies of humiliation
Tunnel vision lights my way
Lead a little life today
Tunnel vision lights my way
Lead a little life today
She wore blue velvet
Said she can't help it
She wore blue velvet
Said she can't help it
She wore blue velvet
Said she can't help it
Writer(s): Matthew Donald Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner, Bryce David Dessner
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