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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Win Butler
Synthesizer
Howard Bilerman
Drums
Regine Chassagne
Piano
Arlen Thompson
Drums
Anita Fust
Harp
Geneviève Heistek
Viola
Sophie Trudeau
Violin
Jessica Moss
Violin
Richard Reed Parry
Percussion
Tim Kingsbury
Bass
Will Butler
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Win Butler
Songwriter
Will Butler
Songwriter
Regine Chassagne
Songwriter
Richard Reed Parry
Songwriter
Tim Kingsbury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Howard Bilerman
Recording Engineer
Mark Lawson
Engineer
Regine Chassagne
Producer
Richard Reed Parry
Producer
Ryan Morey
Mastering Engineer
Thierry Amar
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tim Kingsbury
Producer
Will Butler
Producer
Win Butler
Producer
Lyrics
Something filled up
My heart with nothing
Someone told me not to cry
But now that I'm older
My heart's colder
And I can see that it's a lie
Children wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust
If the children don't grow up
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
We're just a million little gods causing rainstorms
Turning every good thing to rust
I guess we'll just have to adjust
With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going to be
When the reaper reaches and touches my hand
With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going
With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am go-going
You better look out below
Writer(s): William Butler, Tim Kingsbury, Richard R Parry, Win Butler, Regine Chassagne
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