Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Real Terms
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
John Mark Crawford
Autoría
Christopher Falconer Lynn
Autoría
David Ewan Kelly
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
David Berger
Producción
Letra
In the way you bend, you break everything
I hope we meet again, that nod of recognition
It's not much but it means something
It's not much but it's everything
In the way you bend, you break everything
You taught everything I know about
Speech and sound and phobia
You keep shaking everybody down
Your fist around my ankle
I speak, I don't think you're listening
But somehow, something sunk in
That scrawl became a masterpiece
With just a scrap to sketch on
In the way you bend, you break everything
If the world's behind a wall, I know which side I'm climbing
It's not much but I've turned green
It's not much but it's everything
If the world's behind a wall, I know which side I'm climbing
You taught everything I know about
Speech and sound and phobia
You keep shaking everybody down
Your fist around my ankle
I speak, I don't think you're listening
But somehow, something sunk in
That scrawl became a masterpiece
With just a scrap to sketch on
You taught everything I know about
Speech and sound and phobia
You keep shaking everybody down
Your fist around my ankle
I speak, I don't think you're listening
But somehow, something sunk in
That scrawl became a masterpiece
With just a scrap to sketch on
In the way you bend, you break
Speech and sound and phobia
I hope we meet again
Your fist around my ankle
In the way you bend, you break everything
If the world's behind a wall, I know which side I'm climbing
Written by: Christopher Falconer Lynn, David Ewan Kelly, John Mark Crawford
