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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Blindside
Intérprete
Christian Lindskog
Voz
Marcus Dahlstrom
Batería
Simon Grenehed
Guitarra
Tomas Naslund
Bajo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Christian Lindskog
Letrista
Marcus Dahlstrom
Letrista
Simon Grenehed
Letrista
Tomas Naslund
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Howard Benson
Producción
Tom Baker
Ingeniería de masterización
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Plotnikoff
Ingeniería de grabación
Letra
Waiting
How can someone so close
Be allowed to be so far away
Your red leaves fall in the evening
While I'm waking up to smog these days
You know how I love when the sun touch my skin
But I still miss your thoughts on rain
So come and save me over the thin phoneline
One of those days where you learn to fly
With broken wings and
My thoughts are on an airplane home
While my feet are still on the ground
Just one of those days where you learn to fly
With broken wings
But you were never late
To pick up the phone and call
Now it's fall
And I miss making love in the Sunday afternoon sunlight
Wednesday, Thursday, one down, billion to go
With glasses foggy, you're losing sight
So come and I'll save you over this thin phoneline
One of those days where you learn to fly
With broken wings and
My thoughts are on an airplane home
While my feet are still on the ground
Just one of those days where you learn to fly
With broken wings
We're alone in the desert!
Before you call somebody, call censor!
Should be they're around and just instance
I'll call 'em right now!
One of those days where you learn to fly
With broken wings and
My thoughts are on an airplane home
While my feet are still on the ground
Just one of those days where you learn to fly
With broken wings
Writer(s): Michelangelo Fratantuno, Terence Graves Yoshiaki, Andreas Bingel
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