More songs by Sam Barber
Description
Masterer: Dave Huffman
A& R Manager: Ian Cripps
A And R Administrator: Irene Sourlis
A& R Manager: Jeff Levin
Percussion, Piano: Joe Becker
Producer: Joe Becker
Drums, Percussion: Kevin McGowan
Recording Assistant: Lake Wilkinson
Electric Guitar: Luc Nyhus
Marketing: Lucy Bartozzi
Fiddle: Luisa Marion
Bass: Phil Anthony
Mixer: Ryan Hewitt
Acoustic Guitar: Sam Barber
Electric Guitar: Sam Barber
Producer: Sam Barber
Vocals: Sam Barber
Acoustic Guitar: Seth Taylor
Recorded By: Tyler Bryan
Writer: Sam Barber
Writer: Joe Becker
Lyrics and translation
Original
Two, one, two, three.
Hold on, I'm diving in even though I know we've just begun.
It's all dark when I'm drunk alone, but I feel your breath through the dial of this phone.
Walked in with a severed head and I'm taking every chance I get just to be the one you think of when you're alone.
And I don't know where this goes.
But I see fire on the mountain and it feels I'm finally home.
The more I hope, the more I fall.
See, I don't need money, dear, I'll just hold you when I'm broke.
Hold on, make this make sense, I'm on my hands and knees again.
Deep down in my shaking chest, I just hate myself for the things I said.
Walked out with a lock on my mouth, see I think it over, nothing comes out.
Well, I just hope you can read through my mind someday.
And I don't know where this goes.
But I see fire on the mountain and it feels I'm finally home.
The more I hope, the more I fall.
See, I don't need money, dear, I'll just hold you when I'm broke.
Are we moving fast like a drunk ridden cab or am I dreaming on my own?
I don't know where this goes.
But I see fire on the mountain and it feels I'm finally home.
The more I hope, the more I fall.
See, I don't need money, dear, I'll just hold you when I'm broke.