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A Lot Like Birds - "The Blowtorch is Applied to the Sugar"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Lot Like Birds
A Lot Like Birds
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Robert Franzino
Michael Robert Franzino
Songwriter
Michael Austin Littlefield
Michael Austin Littlefield
Songwriter
Joseph Wesley Arrington
Joseph Wesley Arrington
Songwriter
Kurt Travis
Kurt Travis
Songwriter
Cory Brandon Lockwood
Cory Brandon Lockwood
Songwriter
Ben Wiacek
Ben Wiacek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Lot Like Birds
A Lot Like Birds
Producer
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Producer

Lyrics

Let me down easy
There's no reason to tease me
(If you don't need me, please let me go)
Time is dancing on my chest
And it's casting stones, it's casting parts
Each one of them antagonist
(Playing with my dreams? Not anymore)
And I'm trying to feed the wasp inside my mouth, it's dying
I'm not sure that it wants to live
Oh, well
Hail the insane and deranged
It wasn't my embrace, it's yours
Now I'm trying to walk the straightest line
Now it's time
I wanted you forever and ever
Now it's never again, never
I wanted you forever and ever
And now it's never again, never
Oh, and how your hands used to shake
Tremble and threaten to break
If they weren't encased in mine
Telling you that it'll be just fine
I should've had it forever and ever
Now it's never again, never
I should've had it forever and ever
Now it's never again, never
I would have thrown it all away for you
And actually did, it's all around me
But I can't pick it up
'Cause I gave you all what was left of my strength
(Of my strength)
(Of my strength)
(Of my strength)
Love's a many-splendored thing, an often-vendored thing
If love was just a movie about war, it's the surrender scene
You think you've got it figured out?
I didn't say that, I've got doubts
I said I've lost my faith in love
There's still a way to find it
How? I might've cared for it at first
But now I've buried it, my thirst is met in bars
And not the fake embrace of needy arms
That isn't true, I've seen your heart
You didn't see that it was charred?
There was a fire, that's a start
The fire's gone and now it's dark
Please turn on the lights
Please turn on the lights
I think I'm still fucked up
Time didn't heal me, oh God
I think I'm still fucked up
Time didn't heal me, oh
I think I'm still fucked up
Time didn't heal me, oh God
You were a fever dream
But you never broke or went away
Written by: Ben Wiacek, Cory Brandon Lockwood, Joseph Wesley Arrington, Kurt Travis, Michael Austin Littlefield, Michael Robert Franzino
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