More songs by Zach Bryan
Description
Engineer: Colton Jean
Engineer, Mixer: Gabe Wax
Baritone Guitar: Gabe Wax
Background Vocals: Gabe Wax
Drums: Jake Weinberg
Engineer: Jake Weinberg
Acoustic Guitar: Jake Weinberg
Background Vocals: Jake Weinberg
Masterer: Pete Lyman
Bass: Scott Zhang
Engineer: Scott Zhang
Acoustic Guitar: Scott Zhang
Background Vocals: Scott Zhang
Acoustic Guitar: Zach Bryan
Producer: Zach Bryan
Lead Vocals: Zach Bryan
Writer: Zach Bryan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Well, I ain't written a love song in so long
As your hair leads down your spine
But I don't mind a few lines tonight
I'll regret it for the rest of time
Let your hips and your lips and your fingertips slip against the city streets
Seepin' in again, sleepin' in while my friends get high on the edge of the West Side Highway
Did you ever make it back to Byron Bay the day you told me to quit drinkin'?
And thinkin' that I was gonna die before 30, your mom was so worried about
All those kids in the house tearin' picture frames down
Our fathers were never around when we were younger
So let me go, I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet
So let me go, I'm meeting you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
So why'd you always keep me so close?
You were collecting shells out on the bay shore
You know I was a shell before, deep in the hands of another, my brother
Had told me to leave, but I didn't believe
The evil beneath, some people you meet out in Queens
The way the rain came down the other day, in Byron Bay
Made me feel so alone, so I just went home
And scribbled some poem that I know that you'll never read
So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet
So let me go, I'm meeting you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
Why'd you always keep it so close?
So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet