Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keane
Keane
Performer
David Kosten
David Kosten
Programming
Tim Rice-Oxley
Tim Rice-Oxley
Keyboards
Jesse Quin
Jesse Quin
Background Vocals
Richard Hughes
Richard Hughes
Drums
Tom Chaplin
Tom Chaplin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Rice-Oxley
Tim Rice-Oxley
Composer
Jesse Quin
Jesse Quin
Composer
Richard Hughes
Richard Hughes
Composer
Tom Chaplin
Tom Chaplin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keane
Keane
Producer
David Kosten
David Kosten
Producer
Cenzo Townshend
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Mo Hausler
Mo Hausler
Recording Engineer
Tim Morris
Tim Morris
Recording Engineer
Tom Hough
Tom Hough
Recording Engineer
Luke Gibbs
Luke Gibbs
Assistant Recording Engineer
Frank Arkwright
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer
Robert Sellens
Robert Sellens
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Camden Clarke
Camden Clarke
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Well, they said; you were a bright child Never anything but joy behind your eyes No sign of all the dark clouds Spreading like volcanic dust over your blue skies Now they're looking for an answer Where'd the rot set in and set off the landslide? But it only makes it worse now You're like a puzzle to be worked out And it's the voices in your head now Saying; there's something wrong about The way I feel A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheel And it's not what you expected The way the world you built loves to cut you down The way your head gets twisted And you sit up all night trying to figure it out And they say; you've made your bed now Don't you see you've brought it on yourself? And they say that you should move on But you can't even get your shoes on And it's the voices in your head now Saying; there's something wrong about The way I feel A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheel It doesn't matter what you say now It's like some vision in the stars That seems so real The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel And everyone else Has got things sorted out You stand on the edge Talking to yourself Yeah, you're left behind All tangled up inside And it's not what you expected The way your head gets twisted And it's the voices in your head now (And it's the voices in your head now) And it's the voices in your head now Saying; there's something wrong about The way I feel A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheel It doesn't matter what you say now It's like some vision in the stars That seems so real The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel It's like some vision in the stars That seems so real The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
Writer(s): Timothy James Rice-oxley, Richard David Hughes, Jesse Quin, Thomas Oliver Chaplin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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