More songs by Lucy Dacus
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Description
Producer, Programmer: Blake Mills
Vocalist, Producer, Composer Lyricist: Lucy Dacus
Engineer: David Boucher
Engineer: Michael O'Brien
Additional Engineer: Pat McCaul
Production Assistant: Lughaidh Kelly
Vocalist: Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Mixing Engineer: Lars Stalfors
Additional Mixing Engineer: Hamish Patrick
Mastering Engineer: Ruairi O'Flaherty
Lyrics and translation
Original
Heard you got a job as a mailman I heard you're playing around in a couple bands
Wish I could come to the show but I understand Can't just walk in like any other fan
But I always loved the way you played guitar
You've got style, no one's doing it like you are
In many European cities there's a bridge Where lovers put locks on the rails And throw their keys into the river beneath We were two such suckers
But the metal weighs down the bearings And the city has to cut the bolts
If our spell wore off, maybe it's all their fault
You're a bullseye and I aim right I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize It was young love, it was dumb love Holding each other so tight we got stuck
I'll miss spiraling your books to read your notes in the margin The closest I came to reading your mind The answers to the questions only made more questions I hope you're never fully satisfied But I wanted to be there the day you figured it all out Whoever it is,
I hope they're proud
You're a bullseye and I aim right I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize It was young love, it was dumb love Holding each other so tight we got stuck
Found some of your stuff at my new house Packed it on accident when I was moving out
Probably wrong to think of them as your gifts to me More like victims of my sentimentality
Man, it's hard to quit while you're ahead Letting the best laid plans become empty threats But I meant every word I said when I said it
The world that we built meant the world to me
When one world ends, the other worlds keep spinning