Artist - Erin LeCount
Director - Sam Taylor-Edwards
Production Company – WENDYVISION
Producer - Teddy Jackson
Creative Commissioner - Jules Baddeley
Director of Photography - Kit Dale
Steadicam - Jak Waughman
Colourist - Juliette Wileman
1st Camera Assistant (Day 1) - Jacob Howard
1st Camera Assistant (Day 2) - Denzil Oznacar
2nd Camera Assistant - Anna Kylchyk
1st Assistant Director - Matt Chandler
2nd Assistant Director - Oscar Maher
Gaffer (Day 1) - Will Churchill
Gaffer (Day 2) - Ollie Hopkins
Spark (Day 1) - Thomas Farahat
Spark (Day 1) - Elliot Kennedy
Spark (Day 1) - Poppy Landen
Spark (Day 2) - Macy Broadbent
Production Assistant - Isadora Englefield
Set Designer - Dale Slater
Set Assistant - Ella Kenyon
Movement Director - Harry Price
MUA - Cassandra Scalia
Stylist - Phoebe Butterworth
Hair - Alan Kitrell
Artist Manager - Erin Strange
Artist Manager - Will Bloomfield
Social Media – Anna Suffolk
lyrics:
when i was a kid
i used to think
the moon was following
me home
but now i drink
dance in the street
i know i’ve never
been more wrong
now i’m grown
i’ve come to know
that every girl’s
out here on her own
the faces of god
they never show
the stars and the gods
they’ve come to watch
me stumbling home
in the silver dark
i’ve been praying
to the constellations
turns out they were all just
satellite stations
now i’m grown
i’ve come to know
there’s always blame
there’s always fault
so i do what i want
i wear those clothes
oh-oh-oh
oh-oh-oh
can you tell me where it hurts
when you feel it kicking in?
grit your teeth
make a scene
put your keys
between fists
it’s an 808 heartbeat
it’s a funeral hymn
and if this is my end
then the sky is my witness
the night isn’t kind
it’s a cruel, cruel mistress
and any god watching
will beg my forgiveness
for this
when i was a kid
i used to think
the moon was following
me home
with shoes in hand
i hear the marching band
playing their song
for my untimely end
now i’m grown
i should know
i should know
i should know
i should know
i should know
there’s humming in the air
the streetlights are dimming
its the dark before dawn
when the birds start singing
it’s praying you can make it
for just five more minutes
god it’s quiet
and it’s violent
and it’s everywhere i go
it’s the sweat on my palms
when i’m praying to a god
“i promise i’ll believe
if you could just get me home”
oh-oh-oh
can you tell me where it hurts
when you feel it kicking in?
grit your teeth
make a scene
put your keys
between fists
it’s an 808 heartbeat
it’s a funeral hymn
and if this is my end
then the sky is my witness
the night isn’t kind
it’s a cruel, cruel mistress
and any god watching
will beg my forgiveness
for this
can you tell me where it hurts
when you feel it kicking in?
grit your teeth
make a scene
put your keys
between fists
it’s an 808 heartbeat
it’s a funeral hymn
and if this is my end
then the sky is my witness
the night isn’t kind
it’s a cruel, cruel mistress
and any god watching
will beg my forgiveness
for this