Written, Recorded, Mixed by James Smith.
Strings by Ora Quartet. Recored at Hellfire Studios
Mastered by TJ Lipple
Lyrics
You begged me to bring you in
Stood outside the pound store in the wind
You scoured shelves for the perfect gift
What a privilege it is to give in
You fell asleep I carried you
I held me breath when you held too
Imagined steps in other shoes
Tired arms, without a home to go
We put on our tattoos for fun
You held the cloth, I cut them out one by one
I know you’ll still be here when it is gone
Hope it never ends, hope it never ends, hope it never ends
The fireworks were on display
The mermaid on your arm had almost faded away
So loud, I joked the stars had burst
What a privilege it is to not think the worst
I celebrate you everyday
So I understand a martyrs fate
I dread to need your tattooed skin
To pull you from the rubble and let it all sink in
We put on our tattoos for fun
My head was somewhere else, so you chose my one
When a child dies you hold your one close
I hope it's gonna end, hope it's gonna end, hope it's gonna end, I hope it's gonna end
What a privilege it is to live while your young
What a privilege it is to live wild and dumb.
What a privilege to place your hopes on your dreams
What privilege to feel you can do nothing
