We Miss You 03
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Video Credits:
Director: Marco Ciardullo
1st AD: Eden Wassermann
Production Assistant: Nathalie White
Director of Photography: Jacob Lea
1st AC: Brayden Smith
2nd AC: Sarah Sun
DIT: Andrew Lea
Gaffer: Rowan Mikolic O'Rourke
Key Grip: Peter Sauer
Production Designer: Mill Quintero Acosta
Wardrobe Stylist: Alina Tranberg
Makeup Artist: Carmela O'Brien
Editor: Andrew Harrington
Colourist: Andrew Lea
Song Credits:
Produced by Adrian Straatsma
Vocals by Joel Porter and Annie Martin
Guitar by Joel Porter
Bass by Julian Straatsma
Piano by Julian Straatsma
Drums/Percussion by Adrian Straatsma
Additional Percussion by Ben Elder
Synths by Adrian Straatsma
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Elder
Lyrics:
I don’t know what I would do with you
Window pane was written on my hand, can’t see without you
Letter from your brother says he’s visiting a nephew
Like sand upon a beach I’ll drift away
If you’d ask me then, it was perfect
Flowers blooming in your eyes, to me it was the surface
Do things to make me jealous, but for me it was on purpose
Like sand upon a beach I’ll drift away
Gave time to worry, you told me
That we can’t go back
Your bruises are turning from blue into black
The skin in your hands is now starting to crack
Like sand up on a beach I’ll drift away
And in three years, we’ll have gone away
Maybe we should hesitate
So much was gone when we came for shade
Now there isn’t much to say
I don’t know what I would do with you
Window pane was written on my hand, can’t see without you
Letter from your brother says he’s visiting a nephew
Like sand upon a beach I’ll drift away
If you’d ask me then, it was perfect
Flowers blooming in your eyes, to me it was the surface
Do things to make me jealous, but for me it was on purpose
Like sand upon a beach I’ll drift away
Brushing past the tide without your grace
Spent two summers up at Mary Lake
Time was standing still, we could not wait
The rush will make us wanna stay in place
Brushing past the tide without your grace
Spent two summers up at Mary Lake
Time was standing still, we could not wait
The rush will make us wanna stay in place
I don’t know what I would do with you
Window pane was written on my hand, can’t see without you
Letter from your brother says he’s visiting a nephew
Like sand upon a beach I’ll drift away
If you’d ask me then, it was perfect
Flowers blooming in your eyes, to me it was the surface
Do things to make me jealous, but for me it was on purpose
Like sand upon a beach I’ll drift away
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