From the recording see in the dark
ISRC UK9L52400010
Lyrics and music written by Erin Brassfield
Produced by Mark Winterburn
Recorded by Mark Winterburn and Erin Brassfield at Erin’s home, Mark’s home, Macclesfield, UK except where noted below.
Mixed by Mark Winterburn at Mark’s home, Macclesfield, UK & Spirit Studios, Manchester, UK
Mastered by Tully MacKay-Tisbert at Coyote Song Audio, Fullerton, CA, USA
Vocals, Acoustic guitar, Shaker - Erin Brassfield
Bass, synths/pads - Mark Winterburn
Pedal Steel Guitar recorded by Robbie Roberts in Bollington, UK
Lyrics
Bright blue shining ship blows its horn to tell you that its time.
You’ve saved for your whole life to sail across the sea to find the reason why.
Your past is packed someplace safe and dry,
And all that’s left to say, is “Take your pictures, take your pride, And throw it away.”
Hey, hey, throw it away, Throw it away.
Leaden heavy thoughts defy you while you try to make them walk,
Along the swaying dock. Your heart; your eyes,
Are reaching for the lies, you knew you lost.
Your past is packed someplace safe and dry,
And all that’s left to say, is “Take your pictures, take your pride, And throw it away.”
Hey, hey, throw it away, Throw it away.
Rope burns through your hands and turns you into sand inside your soul.
Your ship begins to sail. As salt you fall between into the sea,
Surprised to find your purity.
Your past is packed someplace safe and dry,
And all that’s left to say, is “Take your pictures, take your pride, And throw it away.”
Hey, hey, throw it away, Throw it away.