Description
This track captures the scent of the night city, which smells of hot asphalt, adrenaline, and other people's secrets. There is no room for long conversations here: only quick glances, the rustle of a belt buckle against the concrete floor of the parking lot, and the thrill of the forbidden. The spotlight transforms into a foreign universe where you can be anyone - fugitives or heroes of someone else's drama.
This is the soundtrack to the moment when the whole world is rushing home, and two people remain in the shadows, coming to terms with their own conscience and feeling infinite for a second. A little bit of audacity, a little bit of vulnerability - and all of it in a rhythm that makes your heart skip a beat.
Authors: Allegra Weingarten, Etta Friedman, Aaron Kobayashi Rich
Guitar, vocals, and lyrics: Etta Friedman and Allegra Weingarten
Bass guitar and additional instruments: Aaron Kobayashi Rich
Drums and percussion: Preston Fulks
Producer, mixing, and sound engineering: Aron Kobayashi Rich
Assistant sound engineer: Hayden Tyshurst
Mastering: Matt Colton
Recorded at Studio G and Nighthawk Studios in Brooklyn
Director and cinematographer: Stef Rinzler
Producer and camera: Anahita von Andrian-Verburg
Production company: Prophet Media
Lighting technician: Jackson Yeomans
Editor and colorist: Harry Birrouz
Lyrics and translation
Original
Meet me outside
Cause everybody's heading home
Look in my eyes
I swear only this city knows
Can we go find a place where we won't get caught
Belt buckle on the floor of the parking lot
You know I'm tied down but I'll break it off
I'm on my knees
Hear me scream
Come on have some faith in me
I know what I want
So keep me in your arms and say
It's wrong
It's wrong
Tell me its your favorite thing
The way I want it bad
So cross your heart and swear to me
That we can make this last
Let's make it right
And tell me I won't be alone
In the big stage lights
You look at me, I lose control
So let's go, I think you know what I'm thinking about
Belt buckle on the floor, hand on my mouth
Lock the door, we're getting good at sneaking around
You're on your knees
So make me scream
Come on, have some faith in me
I know what I want
So keep me in your arms and say
It's wrong
It's wrong
Tell me it's your favorite thing
The way I want it bad
So cross your heart and swear to me
That we can make this last
Come on have some faith in me
I know what I want
So keep me in your arms and say
It's wrong
It's wrong
Tell me it's your favorite thing
The way I want it bad
So cross your heart and swear to me
That we can make this last