Instagram: @corcegaok
Video created by Sofia Kantt
Producer: Neri Fernandez
Composer: Cristian De Fazio; Cristóbal Torre & Fernando Peiretti
Voice & Guitars: Cristian De Fazio
Guitars: Cristóbal Torre
Bass Guitar: Fernando Peiretti
Piano & Synthes: Enrico Peiretti
Drums: Neri Fernandez
Background Vocals: Cristóbal Torre, Cristian De Fazio & Sofia Kantt
Photographer & Art Design: Sofia Kantt; Natalia Ramadori
Contributor: Tadeo Torre
Drum Tech: Pedro Bulgakov
Recording Engineer: Guillermo Mandrafina; Javier Kalwill
Mixing & Mastering Engineer: Maximiliano Leivas
Recording Studios:
Avesexua
NAK
Espacio Aguaribay
CC Richards
LYRICS:
Now every day is Sunday, and you feel it
Shouldn’t this be different? The voices sound like a smoker’s cough
The icicles are forming on your lips and I can barely see you,
Against the lie detector dancing with your shoes untied
A touch of decadence among the fleeting flock,
It seems like a good moment to retreat
Just glowing for a second until someone burns their hands
Twist me like a bottle cap
Baby without being polite
The morning’s heated maybe it’s not just us
Fall into my corner, I’m stuck, and I also feel it,
the gathering the shouting you cannot identify
It feels like every day is Sunday and, there’s no room for cheating
Just leave them in the freezing, drive me like a stolen car
Twist me like a bottle cap
Baby without being polite
The morning’s heated maybe it’s not just us
The lie detector, against the lie detector
The lie detector, against the lie detector
The lie detector, against the lie detector
The lie detector, against the lie detector
Twist me like a bottle cap
Baby without being polite
The morning’s heated maybe it’s not just us
Twist me like a bottle cap
Baby without being polite
The morning’s heated maybe it’s not just us
Twist me like a bottle cap
Baby without being polit
The morning’s heated maybe it’s not just us