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This song is about those deep memories that put goosebumps on your skin. A mix of happiness for having lived them but also sadness for never getting them back. (Warning: Strobes) Join the team: ►Click here to subscribe to this channel: ►Stream/Share on Spotify: ►Sign up to our mailing list for extras Directed by Cinematography by & Camera assistant: Lights: Editor: Colourist: BTS: BTS: Actors & dancers: A huge thanks to: Gear / Advice: Light Hire / Emotional Support: & Dru at Waywards for the club hire Lyrics: Where You At These Days? Since the day you left Ain’t be right same Can’t you back so I’m out most days Till the sun comes up and the clouds fade away, in a taxi back to a home your from Where You At These Days? Where You At These Days? I still spend I still spend I still spend Nights in Raves Since the day you left, haven’t been right same Can’t you back so I’m out most days Till the sun comes up and the clouds fade away Where You At These Days? Where You At These Days? Where You At These Days? Where You At These Days? I just passed the street you live Up over the hill passed the park we played as kids Turn left at your mums, yeah I should have known it, but I told myself that no one was in I drove over the tarmac roads, the loose gravel stone, our bikes wouldn’t go Through Dulwich Pass to alleyways home, where we hid cigarettes from police who roam I still think about nights that we wish we remembered but don’t Chasing highs as we rode life, alone We add balance to my stunt pegs bro, we suppose to be on mutual terms but why’s this feel a little one sided though I still nights in raves Since the day you left, haven’t been right same Can’t you back so I’m out most days Till the sun comes up and the clouds fade away Where You At These Days? Where You At These Days? Where You At These Days? Where You At These Days? I still nights in raves Since the day you left, haven’t been right same Can’t you back so I’m out most days Till the sun comes up and the clouds fade way I still feel the days you don’t Blank texts on a screen-lined home Cigarettes out back window 953, under street lamps glow There’s hope, soaked in a light once borrowed Not sure where you are this day, but I’m told of tomorrow I still nights in raves Since the day you left, haven’t been right same
