Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Patty Smyth
Patty Smyth
Voces
Matt Serletic
Matt Serletic
Teclados
Duke Roth
Duke Roth
Guitarra
Thommy Price
Thommy Price
Batería
Winston Roye
Winston Roye
Bajo eléctrico
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Patty Smyth
Patty Smyth
Autoría
Glen Burtnik
Glen Burtnik
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Matt Serletic
Matt Serletic
Producción
Mark Dobson
Mark Dobson
Ingeniería de edición
Gary Tole
Gary Tole
Ingeniería de mezcla
Jason Stasium
Jason Stasium
Asistente de ingeniería
George Marino
George Marino
Masterización

Letra

Time goes by, I fall out of touch
I can't explain why I fall so much
I bought a pack of cigarettes
Sent an old Elvis stamp to your new address
The weather's here
Wish I was fine
Wish that you could read between the lines
You dream in colors
My night comes in black and blue
I'll send a postcard
Oh, how I wish that I were you
I am nothing, you are more
Than flesh and blood
A golden door
Let me come inside of you
Let me do the things I wanna do
Take me down to where you live
Take the things I cannot give
'Cause you dream in colors
My night comes in black and blue
I'll send a postcard
Oh, how I wish that I were you
(Bridge)
You are like the ocean
I'm a river that's run dry
If you cannot reach me
All my wild flowers they will die
Take me down to where you live
Take the things I cannot give
You dream in colors
My night comes in black and blue
I'll send a postcard
Oh, how I wish that I were you
Written by: Glen Burtnik, P. Smyth-McEnroe, Patty Smyth
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