Music: Jilann O'Neill & Michael Farrell
Lyrics: Jilann O'Neill
Vocals: Jilann
Piano, keyboards, tack piano, celeste: Michael Farrell
Bass: Sean Hurley
Drums: Victor Indrizzo
Percussion: Luke Adams
Recorded at The Bank in Los Angeles
Engineered by Dan Burns
Mixed by Chris Steffen
Mastered by Mark Chalecki
Lyrics
I put ‘em over there
No, I put ‘em over there
I get so confused
Oh, I get so confused
One by one, I peel back the layers of this little onion
To get to the heart of this ache
Seems to heavy to take
I lost my train of thoughts thought I had ‘em
Dissension in the ranks but now it don’t matter I’m late
Oh, the hooks in the bait
Who’s on my side? These eyes of mine lie
I can’t see the trees through the leaves
One word that is all
Might not break
Might not fall
One truth. One answer. One key. Please
Real is terror. Harder is better
Struggle is when/where I’ll begin
All of my walls are paper thin
How does the sadness get in
When all of my walls are paper thin
Real Terror. Hard Better.
Struggle is when I’ll begin
All my walls are paper thin.
Oooh, ahh. Oooh-ah
Who’s on my side? These eyes of mine lie
I can’t see the trees for the leaves
One word that is all
Might not break. Might not fall.
One truth. One answer. One key. Please.
I put ‘em over there
No, I put ‘em over there
I get so confused. Oh, I get so confused
One by one I peel back the layer of this little onion
One by one I peel back the layer of this little onion
One by one I peel back the layer of this little onion
Seems to heavy to take
Like a clock it won’t wait
Oh, the hooks in the bait
The hooks in the bait
