Lyrics: Jinx周君怡/瓷ci
Music: 瓷ci/Jinx周君怡
Arranger: 花墙FancyWall
Producer: 瓷ci
Recording: 瓷ci/贰羊/Jinx周君怡
Guitar: 瓷ci
Bass: 瓷ci
Synthesizer: 瓷ci
Saxophone: 贰羊
Mixing: 小铭Ming@须弥录音棚Meru Studio
Mastering: 小铭Ming@须弥录音棚Meru Studio
A&R : X.Faulkner
Production Coordinator: 马梦遥
企划Coordinator : Dai
Supervisor: 韩靖薇
Executive Producer: 李思睿
出品 : 北京大象无形音乐有限公司
Chapped skin
Naked in cold
Panic on the roof
Pretend to be cool
Powdered faces
Dust on shoes
Party is over
The day is coming new
I brought a friend
Decent dude
Like he said all the time
"What the f**k is going on in this room"
He bounced the door
Same old excuse
"I'm failing both of lungs for you"
Does it all look real to me?
Leaning on the edge of crowd
Feel it so real to me
Call me when its break of the dawn
Shoot down the light
Blow me a kiss
When it comes to an end
Could you wake me again
Shoot down the light
Blow me a kiss
When it comes to an end
Could you wake me again
Shoot down the light
Blow me a kiss
When it comes to an end
Could you wake me again
Shoot down the light
Blow me a kiss
When it comes to an end
Could you wake me up wake me up wake me
Ceiling’s breathing, slow and fat
Light switch keeps changing its mind
My reflection in the spoon
Is brushing her teeth with my wine
Sun’s a slime, bottle green
Street bends sideways, world’s a sheen
Ashtray breathes, coaster creeps
Clock melts slowly, on its feet
Ah Faces stretch, sounds go thick
Dawn’s a watercolor messy trick
I stare blankly, mind’s gone weak
“Nothing’s straight but I kinda like it”
Does it all look real to me?
Leaning on the edge of crowd
Feel it so real to me
Call me when its break of the dawn
Shoot down the light
Blow me a kiss
When it comes to an end
Could you wake me again
Shoot down the light
Blow me a kiss
When it comes to an end
Could you wake me again
Shoot down the light
Blow me a kiss
When it comes to an end
Could you wake me again
Shoot down the light
Blow me a kiss
When it comes to an end
Could you wake me up wake me up wake me
Yeah, my body is freaking out radio in my head
Mumbling, hoping that the music would calm the dread
Fishbowl brain, the water barely flows
Till a pick chops air, beats my toes
Tripping on the carpet, where my shadow goes
Bottle scattered, half a dozen roses
Here comes a magician, cuts the cord nobody notices
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