Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Performer
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Guitar
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Performer
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Performer
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Synthesizer
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitar
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Performer
Alfreda Gerald
Alfreda Gerald
Performer
Ben H. Allen
Ben H. Allen
Programming
Charles Antonio Hightower
Charles Antonio Hightower
Performer
DAVID McGOWAN
DAVID McGOWAN
Bass Guitar
Joe Gransden
Joe Gransden
Trumpet
Kevin Hyde
Kevin Hyde
Trombone
Natasha D. Evans
Natasha D. Evans
Performer
Tanya Smith
Tanya Smith
Performer
Will Scruggs
Will Scruggs
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Composer
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Composer
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Songwriter
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Songwriter
Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
Composer
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Songwriter
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Songwriter
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben H. Allen
Ben H. Allen
Producer
Tony Doogan
Tony Doogan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Lying on my bed, I was reading French With the light too bright for my senses From this hiding place life was way too much It was loud and rough round the edges So I faced the wall when an old man called Out of dreams that I would die there But a sight unseen, you were pulling strings You had a different idea I was like a child, I was light as straw And my father lifted me up there Took me to a place where they checked my body My soul was floating in thin air I clung to the bed and I clung to the past I clung to the welcome darkness But at the end of the night there's a green green light It's the quiet before the madness There was a girl that sang like the chime of a bell And she put out her arm, she touched me when I was in hell When I was in hell Someone sang a song and I sang along Cause I knew the words from my childhood Intellect, ambition they fell away And they locked me up for my own good But I didn't mind, cause the silence was kind It spoke to me in whispers There was the sound of the wind and the cold cold dawn And the quiet hum of business Let me dangle awhile in this waiting room I don't need to go, I don't need to know what you're doing Know what you're doing Lying on my side you were half awake And your face was tired and crumpled If I had a camera I'd snap you now Cause there's beauty in every stumble We are out of practice we're out of sight On the edge of nobody's empire And if we live by books and we live by hope Does that make us targets for gunfire? Now I look at you, you're a mother of two You're a quiet revolution Marching with the crowd, singing dirty and loud For the people's emancipation Did I do okay, did I pave the way? Was I strong when you were wanting? I was tied to the yoke with a decent bloke Who was stern but never daunting And he told me to push and he made me feel well He told to me to leave that vision of hell to the dying Oh to the dying
Writer(s): Richard Colburn, Robert Kildea, Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Stephen Jackson, Sarah Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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