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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riding the Low
Riding the Low
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paddy Considine
Paddy Considine
Songwriter
Chris Baldwin
Chris Baldwin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gavin Monaghan
Gavin Monaghan
Producer

Letras

They clamber in a chorus Oh, how they complain They're counting on my mistakes Does anyone care? Did you hear about the last one? They dragged him to the lane Then they kicked him to the corner Oh, anyone? So I cradled at the hostel Then I tried to run away But the hounds that entered my heart Were gathering pace If I kissed you in the garden Their resting place If I kissed you on the corner I'd cause a blaze A black mass, a shape A shadow on the corner shifting Send me all your feathers To clean the path I'm on Send them all my way As the rain thrashed off the guttering I wished away the day But the songs they played that morning Just thundered on Oh, what a disappointment Oh, what a sad display The last lip I busted Does anyone care? A black mass, a shape They called me to the factory But I cannot work today My misery is porous I'll burn down this place Is anyone there? We can talk until forever But it's in me all the same It's in me like cancer Oh, anyone? If I summoned all my demons Would you kiss them away? Make love to the lame Oh, anyone? And I wanna go home Just to lie on my sofa And I can breathe you in again Oh, anyone? Can you talk any faster? This life is not a race But never call yourself boring Oh, anyone left? A black mass, a shape A shadow on the corner Recorded on the weather Oh, anyone A black mass, a shape Never call yourself boring When your world is alive like in my dreams
Writer(s): Patrick Considine, Richard Eaton, Christopher Baldwin, Daniel Baker, Jake Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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