ISRC UK9L52400004
Lyrics and music written by Erin Brassfield
Produced by Mark Winterburn
Recorded by Mark Winterburn at Shackleford Pianos, Macclesfield, UK, and Christ Church, Macclesfield, UK and by Erin Brassfield at Erin’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, Piano, bass - Erin Brassfield
Synths/pads/timpani - Mark Winterburn
Cellos recorded by Lili Holland-Fricke in Manchester, UK
Pedal Steel Guitar recorded by Robbie Roberts in Bollington, UK

Lyrics

Can’t sleep for the burning
How long until dawn
If rest is a gift, then I must have unwrapped it wrong.
We play feast or famine
The rat race is won
Oh no more can we cross o’er the chasm to where we’d begun.
Help me, I’m putting out fires, I’m putting out fires; If you fill the bottle, then I’ll load the gun.
I’ve never been drier; I’ve never been drier;
Dip your finger in the water and cool my tongue.
Of crumbs from your table
I’d gladly partake;
Like a stray licking wounds that won’t heal at Peter’s locked gate.
As angels place bodies
piled high by your side
Oh, have mercy on those of us blinded the day one should rise.
Help me, I’m putting out fires, I’m putting out fires; If you fill the bottle, then I’ll load the gun.
I’ve never been drier; I’ve never been drier;
Dip your finger in the water and cool my tongue.
Cool my tongue, cool my tongue....
And if I am overcome,
Won’t you save me a place by the stream? Won’t you save me a place by the stream? Won’t you save me a place by the stream?
Help me, I’m putting out fires, I’m putting out fires; If you fill the bottle, then I’ll load the gun.
I’ve never been drier; I’ve never been drier;
Dip your finger in the water and cool my tongue.
Cool my tongue, cool my tongue....
Can’t sleep for the burning
How long until dawn
If rest is a gift, then I must have unwrapped it wrong.