Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Post
Robert Post
Guitar
Tor Bjarne Bjelland
Tor Bjarne Bjelland
Drums
Alf Egil Aukan
Alf Egil Aukan
Bass Guitar
Jeremy Shaw
Jeremy Shaw
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Post
Robert Post
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Hedges
Mike Hedges
Producer
Ger McDonnell
Ger McDonnell
Engineer
Oliver Henshell
Oliver Henshell
Engineer
Matthieu Clouard
Matthieu Clouard
Engineer
Sam Edwards
Sam Edwards
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

There's a place he knows
Where horrible stories grow old
It's in a house that mummy sold
Inside a door he knows
Where secrets are left to grow
Up from the basement and through the floor
And it's true that he doesn't believe
That a better set of days will come
Silence makes him sick
Silence makes him sick
And he wonders why it's all like this
He never leaves the playground
Doesn't wanna be seen around
Not before this ghost he knows is found
And it's true that he doesn't believe
That a better set of days will come
Silence makes him sick
Silence makes him sick
And he wonders why it's all like this
Written by: Robert Post
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