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Credits:
Music video filmed and edited by Martine Ingrid - https://martineingrid.com/
https://xtatx.studio/
song written and produced by Chloe Levaillant
Mixing and mastering: Pablo Dominguez - https://www.pablodominguez.co.uk/
The song is now out on spotify and other streaming platforms but you can also download it for FREE for a limited time from my website. https://chloelevaillant.com/
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Lyrics:
There are thorns on the bed of roses where you lay me down, I let you tear me apart, now our love is on the ground,
would you take back those words, I only needed time, never had a doubt, but we didn't need to blame and we didn't need to shout.
Now it's time, I'm coming out of the shadow of myself, I'm not asking you to wait around, just remember what we left, and like raindrops on the water, touch my heart inside my chest, because my courage and my strong, have let me down, once again ...
once again
And there's a man in the mirror who is calling on you, to look a little closer and you too will see its true; we are drowning our mountains with our insecurities, what if we go with the weather and we blow away, with the breeze.
Water turns to ice, inside this prison cell, as it runs again and again from the frosty winter shell,
I would run right back to you, if I thought it could end well, but we can't un speak the spoken and now only time will tell,
as I sit here in the silence in the garden of my mind, I watch our lives unravel, once so bound and intertwined, Oh what a fate for one who chose to speak her mind, now our hearts, are blind.
And there's a man in the mirror who is calling on you to look a little closer and you too will see its true; we are drowning our mountains with our insecurities, what if we go with the weather and we blow away, with the breeze.
what if we go with the weather and we blow away, with the breeze.