Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Glove
Performer
Robert Smith
Guitar
Steven Bailey
Bass Guitar
Jeanette Landray
Vocals
Andy Anderson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Severin
Songwriter
Roberts Smith
Composer
Robert Smith
Arranger
Steven Bailey
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Smith
Producer
Steven Bailey
Producer
Merlin Griffiths
Producer
Lyrics
Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back
Shapeless and aging we start to run
Through the tangle of your broken words
This cheap impulse falls so dry
In the maze I burn down turn
You turn my skin around
Wishing my eyes could look down down on me...
Stairs fall like jewels
As we near the door
You fold through my neck
Arms like crystal
So black with charm breath
We turn to face the dying sun...
This green city rains down on me
This green city rains down
Writer(s): Robert James Smith, Steven Severin
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