Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Soft Cell
Soft Cell
Background Vocals
Marc Almond
Marc Almond
Vocals
David Ball
David Ball
Background Vocals
Philip Larsen
Philip Larsen
Programming
Jonathan Savage
Jonathan Savage
Synthesizer
Bryan Chambers
Bryan Chambers
Background Vocals
Simon King
Simon King
Background Vocals
Louise Marshall
Louise Marshall
Background Vocals
Chris Smith
Chris Smith
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Almond
Marc Almond
Songwriter
David Ball
David Ball
Composer
Jonathan Savage
Jonathan Savage
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Soft Cell
Soft Cell
Producer
Marc Almond
Marc Almond
Producer
David Ball
David Ball
Producer
Philip Larsen
Philip Larsen
Producer
Barry Grint
Barry Grint
Mastering Engineer
Jonny Solway
Jonny Solway
Recording Engineer

Letras

I'm lying on my bed, I'm listening to the police sirens Sounds like lullabies in the soft twilight Had a job in the club, but I wasn't making me much money Fighting off the gods and monsters every night Now I've bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all of my dreams Playing all the games, taking all the names they call me (call me) Just another lost soul alone in the city at night Don't have any money and have nothing to sell but my soul now (soul now) But the pain reminds me that I'm still up for the fight When every day is coloured in Soviet greys of sorrow (sorrow) I'll hold on to my blues 'cause they'll only come back tomorrow Now I've bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all of my dreams Gotta wake up, get out of my bed, and get out now Dressing to look my best or I'm not going far I've learned by now the world's not gonna give me a living Got a movie going on in my head where I'm the star Now I've bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all of my dreams But time will heal all of my bruises And dreams can become reality (Bruises) (Bruises) Bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all my illusions But I just didn't make the final cut It starts with a yes but ends with a but Sometimes I've wondered just what is the point of living? (living) So here I am, lying on my bed, getting lost in my dream And now those sirens feel like they're coming for me And now those sirens feel like they're coming for me And now those sirens feel like they're coming for me Now I've bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all of my dreams But time will heal all of my bruises All my dreams can become reality
Writer(s): Peter Marc Almond, David James Ball, Jon Savage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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