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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Michael Hoye
Michael Hoye
Bass
Gabe Stein
Gabe Stein
Drums
Alex DiDonato
Alex DiDonato
Guitar
Brendan Hoye
Brendan Hoye
Keyboards
Nick Stein
Nick Stein
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Hellam
Aaron Hellam
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The days may change
With the length of your hair
The clothes that you wear
But you're still some kid
And you're farther from home
Than ever before
You grow tired
And your search for salvation
A hunt for your place in this world
You know that it births you
It molds you and it tears you apart
Oh it's out, out, out with the old
And it's in with the new
We want back, back, back to the old
Just a lonely few
Singing bring the rain to my front door
Bring your thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye
The hours defy me
The weeks are draw on as they fit to a song
Oh, and the frustration
The cause within sight
My teeth chip as I bite
Oh it's out, out, out with the old
And it's in with the new
We want back, back, back to the old
Just a lonely few
Singing bring the rain to my front door
Bring your thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye
What have I become?
Just another one
Away from home
Something takes my hand
And my feet won't walk along
New hopes tower us
And our eyes were doors
But they walked right through
Now it's haunting us
In the only home we've known
Bring the rain to my front door
Bring your thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye
Bring the rain to my front door
Bring your thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye
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