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Description
Promises that sounded like vows of eternity turn out to be paper lanterns - they burn beautifully until they are extinguished by the first gust of wind. And then, in the darkness, you have to search for warmth by touch, as if looking for a light switch in an unfamiliar room. A little naive, a little hopeless, but very honest: you want someone to just turn on the light and say, “I'm here.”
Guitar: Finlay Dow-Smith
Vocals: Anna from the North
Sound mixing: Ewan Pearson
Producer: Starsmith
Composer: Anna Lottrud
Composer: Finlay Dow-Smith
Composer: Cory Sanders
Lyrics and translation
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