Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Smith
Sam Smith
Vocals
Mojam
Mojam
Programming
Darren Heelis
Darren Heelis
Programming
Sylvester Earl Harvin
Sylvester Earl Harvin
Drums
Mustafa Omer
Mustafa Omer
Programming
James Murray
James Murray
Programming
Reuben James
Reuben James
Piano
Jodi Milliner
Jodi Milliner
Bass Guitar
Matt Prime
Matt Prime
Keyboards
Ben Thomas
Ben Thomas
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Smith
Sam Smith
Songwriter
Matt Prime
Matt Prime
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Napes
Jimmy Napes
Producer
Steve Fitzmaurice
Steve Fitzmaurice
Mixing Engineer
Mojam
Mojam
Producer
Darren Heelis
Darren Heelis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Horner
Mike Horner
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Aya Merrill
Aya Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher when your soul is damned He could be your lawyer on a witness stand But he'll never love you like I can, can He could be a stranger, you gave a second glance He could be a trophy of a one-night stand He could have your humor, but I don't understand, 'cause He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but They'll never love you like I can, can, can They'll never love you like I can, can A chance encounter of circumstance Baby, he's a mantra, keeps your mind entranced He could be a silence in this mayhem But then again, he'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but They'll never love you like I can, can, can They'll never love you like I can, can, can He'll never love you like I can, can, can We both have demons, that we can't stand I love your demons, like devils can If you're still seeking an honest man Then stop deceiving Lord, please Why are you lookin' down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but They'll never love you like I can, can, can They'll never love you like I can, can, can He'll never love you like I can, can, can
Writer(s): Samuel Frederick Smith, Matthew Alan Prime Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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