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Description
A Matter of Time: The Final Hour
Producer: Spencer Stewart
Producer: Laufey
Assistant Engineer: Jannick Frampton
Assistant Engineer: Joe Napolitano
Assistant Engineer: Alex Miller
Mixing Engineer: Steve Kaye
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Lyrics and translation
Original
Such a terrible idea.
Worst one I've had all this year, but I can't ignore our obvious attraction.
I imagine how it ends, up in flames we'll go again.
Seeking chaos, can't help giving in to passion.
But there's something so vexing 'bout you.
It's like the gods above have stoned approval.
We've been through this before, fell in and out, I said no more.
But still I want you like a mad, mad woman.
I remind myself how he'd question everything 'bout me.
Call me stupid as a mindless joke. He hypnotized me as we spoke.
Purely mythological with the ugliest soul.
You would think that he is holding me for ransom. 'Cause there's something so vexing 'bout you.
It's like the gods above have stoned approval.
We've been through this before, fell in and out, I said no more.
But still I want you like a mad, mad woman.
Made it to the final hour, but the wine begins to sour, and I'm seeing myself in a dreadful fashion.
Then the fog begins to clear, as I'm gasping at clean air.
I remember how together we're so heads locked. 'Cause there's something so vexing 'bout you.
It's like the gods above have stoned approval.
We've been through this before, fell in and out, I said no more.
But still I want you like a mad, mad woman.