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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Simon Fowler
Simon Fowler
Vocals
Steve Cradock
Steve Cradock
Guitar
Damon Minchella
Damon Minchella
Bass Guitar
Oscar Harrison
Oscar Harrison
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simon Fowler
Simon Fowler
Songwriter
Steve Cradock
Steve Cradock
Songwriter
Damon Minchella
Damon Minchella
Songwriter
Oscar Harrison
Oscar Harrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ocean Colour Scene
Ocean Colour Scene
Producer
Brendan Lynch
Brendan Lynch
Producer
Martyn 'Max' Heyes
Martyn 'Max' Heyes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

And when she blows the candle flame to smoke She says a prayer for all those who live in houses and in homes And Monday she'll go down town standing naked in the road You may know what I am But who I am you don't know She'll run across the mustard dust sand Scream down the wind And the sea is in and cold Like when in holiday homes And houses like sweets confectionary And sandcastles and drinking wine Hungry dinners perfectly timed And mother and father glowing young Happy to be each other together When she blows the candle out She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head The day that went the way of every day But tomorrow she'll fly a plane Over the fields where the houses aren't built yet She smiled sweetly across the room Through the lunchtime smoke And I loved her for a second And discarded the queen and I know How sweetness turns sour And leaves they turn to brown And then to earth and dust And settle in this town To get blown away, to get blown away, to get blown away And when she blows the candle flame to smoke She says a prayer for all those who live in houses and in homes And Monday she'll go down town standing naked in the road You may know what I am But who I am you don't know She'll run across the mustard dust sand Scream down the wind And the sea is in and cold Like when in holiday homes And houses like sweets confectionary And sandcastles and drinking wine Hungry dinners perfectly timed She smiled sweetly across the lunch time smoke And I loved her for a second and discarded the queen and I know When men are being little boys again And women cruel step mothers of old And this is the invention The adventure of my own I get blown away, I get blown away...
Writer(s): Oscar Lloyd Harrison, Stephen Cradock, Simon Fowler, Damon Minchella Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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