Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crowded House
Crowded House
Performer
Richard Watkins
Richard Watkins
French Horn
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
Strings
Mark Hart
Mark Hart
Keyboards
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Vocals
Matt Sherrod
Matt Sherrod
Background Vocals
Elroy Finn
Elroy Finn
Acoustic Guitar
Gavyn Wright
Gavyn Wright
Leader
Nick Seymour
Nick Seymour
Bass
Riki Gooch
Riki Gooch
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Composer
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
Producer
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Producer
Dave Paul
Dave Paul
Engineer
Neil Baldock
Neil Baldock
Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Tchad Blake
Tchad Blake
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

He imagines the world As the angel ascending Like the ghost of a man Who is tied up to the chair And he tries to believe That his life has a meaning With his hand on his heart Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre And I wake up blind Like my dreams were too bright And I lost my regard For the good things that I had And the radio was sad When you listen for good In a hope that comes to nothing 'Cause the liars moved in And they believe their own dark medicine They act so nonchalant But he is not a dog Perform for you in the stadium For the world, not for the war And he won't hesitate Though it might lead to heartache In the night club "Indigo" For the world, not for the war Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre When you listen for good In a hope that comes to nothing 'Cause the liars have moved in And they believe their own dark medicine Believing it's good Behind their jaded eyes, a dilemma He's the best You ever had He's so low You'll never know He's so low You'll never know He's so low You'll never know He's so low You'll never know He's so low
Writer(s): Neil Finn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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