Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Blindside
Blindside
Intérprete
Christian Lindskog
Christian Lindskog
Voz
Marcus Dahlstrom
Marcus Dahlstrom
Batería
Simon Grenehed
Simon Grenehed
Guitarra
Tomas Naslund
Tomas Naslund
Bajo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Christian Lindskog
Christian Lindskog
Letrista
Marcus Dahlstrom
Marcus Dahlstrom
Letrista
Simon Grenehed
Simon Grenehed
Letrista
Tomas Naslund
Tomas Naslund
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Howard Benson
Howard Benson
Producción
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Ingeniería de masterización
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Plotnikoff
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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