Παρόμοια τραγούδια
Συντελεστές
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dry the River
Performer
Peter Liddle
Horn
Scott Miller
Vocals
Matthew Taylor
Guitar
John Warren
Drums
William Harvey
Violin
Lauren Reeve-Rawlings
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Liddle
Lyrics
Scott Miller
Composer
Matthew Taylor
Composer
John Warren
Composer
William Harvey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Hugall
Producer
James Kenosha
Producer
Darren Simpson
Assistant Engineer
Mazen Murad
Mastering Engineer
Στίχοι
I'm burning like an effigy in here:
The summer's come to haunt me.
And I know I'm not the sacrificial deer,
But I wish you could've warned me
Of the Phrygian Lion,
With his excellent eyesight,
At the gate of our love.
I understood the chemistry of peace;
You covered me in warpaint.
When Moses was a whisper in the reeds
I carved you in the floodplain
With his excellent eyesight,
At the gate of our love.
Under sweet autumnal skins is our myth dispelled.
In your strange and simple way.
And the Phrygian Lion,
With his excellent eyesight,
Is what makes it our love.
And the Phrygian Lion,
With his excellent eyesight,
Is what makes it our love.
And the Phrygian Lion,
With his excellent eyesight,
At the gate of our love.
Writer(s): Peter Duncan Liddle, William Harvey, Jonathan Warren, Scott Miller, Matthew Taylor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com