Κορυφαία τραγούδια από Thirteen Senses
Συντελεστές
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thirteen Senses
Performer
Will South
Guitar
Tom Welham
Guitar
Adam Wilson
Bass Guitar
Brendon James
Drums
Leo Abrahams
Music Director
Lucy Wilkins
Violin
Sally Herbert
Strings
Calina De La Mare
Violin
Anna Morris
Violin
Sophie Sirota
Viola
Vince Greene
Viola
Sarah Wilson
Cello
Andy Nice
Cello
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danton Paul Supple
Mixing Engineer
Tim Roe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Στίχοι
Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gap
They pursue us to the deep end and then depart
Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see
Could prison cells be in my brain
For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
And everybody finds a college graduate with joy
While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see
You sit at home up late at night
When it's beginning to arrive
And honestly
I don't see the need for any routines
I'm all out of sink, I cover my cuts
And hope they are fixed, before I get hurt again
And all this ground beneath my feet
Has decided not to crumble into the sea
I walked in a house, it smelt of paint
And the ceiling it has no trouble with me
Writer(s): William David South, Brendon Arthur James, Adam Michael Wilson, Thomas William George Welham
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