Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marcus Mumford
Marcus Mumford
Lead Vocals
Ross Holmes
Ross Holmes
Fiddle
Nell Catchpole
Nell Catchpole
Viola
Chris Allan
Chris Allan
Cello
Ben Lovett
Ben Lovett
Background Vocals
Ted Dwane
Ted Dwane
Background Vocals
Winston Marshall
Winston Marshall
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Lovett
Ben Lovett
Songwriter
Marcus Mumford
Marcus Mumford
Songwriter
Ted Dwane
Ted Dwane
Songwriter
Winston Marshall
Winston Marshall
Songwriter
Nell Catchpole
Nell Catchpole
String Arranger
Ross Holmes
Ross Holmes
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Markus Dravs
Markus Dravs
Producer
Robin Baynton
Robin Baynton
Engineer
Ruadhri Cushnan
Ruadhri Cushnan
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Matt Lawrence
Matt Lawrence
Additional Engineer
Greg Freeman
Greg Freeman
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

'Cause I know that time has numbered my days And I'll go along with everything you say But I'll ride home laughing, look at me now Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons And I know their choices colour all I've done But I'll explain it all to the watchman's son I ain't ever lived a year better spent in love 'Cause I'll know my weakness, know my voice And I'll believe in grace and choice And I know perhaps my heart is farce But I'll be born without a mask, woo Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride I stretched my arms into the sky I cry Babel! Babel! Look at me now Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl As all we see will slip into the cloud So come down from your mountain and stand where we've been You know our breath is weak and our body thin Press my nose up to the glass around your heart I should've known I was weaker from the start You'll build your walls and I will play my bloody part To tear, tear them down Well I'm gonna tear, tear them down 'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice And I'll believe in grace and choice And I know perhaps my heart is farce But I'll be born without a mask
Writer(s): Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford, Benjamin Walter David Lovett, Edward James Milton Dwane, Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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