DESCRIPTION:
*deep breath*

100+ origami birds, 20+ friends, 5 Hot Sprockets, 3 projectors & 1 powerful moustache.

Directed by Hugh O'Conor / DP - Cathal Watters / Focus pullers - Rory O'Riordain & Josh Bourke / Camera Assistants - Cathal O'Hualacháin & Fionn Casey / Production Designer - Sharon O'Neill / Projections by Jeff O'Riordan / Title by Colin Derham / Edited by John O'Connor / Flame by Mark Bailey / Graded by Matt Branton / Post co-ordinated by Alexandra Cullen at Windmill Lane

WIth thanks to Andy Bradford, Emma O'Beirne & Debbie O'Doherty at Sweet Media / Claire McCaughley at Treasure Films / Conor O'Carroll at Coillte / Special thanks to John Higgins at Panavision / Huge love to Windmill Lane Studios, Dublin


Lyrics:

I'm remembering those better days,
of how you let me down.
Our minds cut through in different waves,
but sometimes they can't be found.
My friends have become mountains,
as they listen for a sound...

Act like a child but my age just lets me down.
We often collide but you never come around.
Will you come out of the shelf in your life?
I couldn't find my real trip, my homeslice.
Won't you help me out?

And now we're growing older,
as I sink into your skin.
Looking back over my shoulder,
I knew some day we'd win.
You took the best of me,
but I lost the rest of me.

Act like a child but my age just lets me down.
We often collide but you never come around.
Will you come out of the shelf in your life?
I couldn't find my real trip, my homeslice.
Won't you help me out?

Act like a child but my age just lets me down.
We often collide but you never come around.
Will you come out of the shelf in your life?
I couldn't find my real trip, my homeslice.
Won't you help me out?
Won't you help me out?