Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Streets
The Streets
Performer
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Vocals
Robert Harvey
Robert Harvey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Producer

Letras

I can see another bright sunny day Without me in it Never get to overhear two folk talk And mentally give them my own two thoughts I'll never have my phone die in an open space And not know what to do with the emotions on my face Never again I'll read those books, I'll never read I'll never again water the dead flowers in my house Sometimes your attitude's your only limit Sometimes you're the statue, but mostly you're the pigeon I got greedy with the talkin', should've gave a little listen But that's like a toilet complaining about pissin' I'll get no grave but the sea, I wish a pauper's grave No eulogy, just a "For fuck's sake" I'll never stand and skim stones into a lake and wonder Whether one day there'll be none left 'cause they're all in the lake Bad things after, happen on a roll The world gave me its phone to look at just one photo But I had to have a scroll I can see another bright sunny day Without me in it Die and deserve it or fight and serve back I'm nobody, but nobody's perfect I feel like when you do a good job in an argument But it goes too well, and she ends up sobbin' in the garden God, when I'm in shit, that's when I need Him But I'm supposed to be an atheist, where do I begin? They're all atheists, they all agree But which god is it that you don't believe in? I can see another bright sunny day Without me in it Never get to attempt to steal my head To write the perfect drunk text that I will regret Trust your dog to always mind your house But never trust your dog to ever mind a meal Before he turns around three times, before he lies down I'm too old for this shit, kill me while I'm young I'll die for my beliefs, and I'll still be wrong I'll never again see the evening sun go orange Never get to overhear two folk talk And mentally give them my own two thoughts I'll never have my phone die in an open space And not know what to do with the emotions on my face I can see another bright sunny day Without me in it I can see another bright sunny day Without me in it
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