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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
James Blunt
Voix principales
Dewain Whitmore, Jr.
Chœurs
Steve Robson
Claviers
Ian Burdge
Violoncelle
Karl Brazil
Batterie
Luke Potashnick
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
James Blunt
Paroles/Composition
Dewain Whitmore, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Steve Robson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Steve Robson
Production
Sam Miller
Ingénierie de prise de son
Craig Silvey
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Let it slide, all the choices are made
Let it burn as it rolls down my face
Let it fall just to be the one again
But if I want, I won't be loved by you at all
[Verse 2]
Let it slip, every promise I break
Let it burn, all the blows that we trade
Let it fall 'cause this place has been condemned
And we both know, though we can't be here anymore
Ooh
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I know I pulled the pin on your heart
But I lost sight of the target when you let down your guard
Should've run, run a hundred miles
Never look back, jack
'Cause now we can't backtrack
And yeah, I know what to say
Nothing can change, no one to blame
It's on the tip of my tongue, here it comes
This is crazy, you should know that I would go back in a heartbeat
Just to make your heart beat
[Verse 4]
Let it fail, it's too late to be saved
Let it roll, we're all across this grave
Let it blaze, there's a darkness in the flame
And it's lost, and we can't bear it anymore
[Verse 5]
Let it slide, I can't start it again
Let it burn while it's held in my hand
Let it fall 'cause this journey's at its end
It's only luck that I was loved by you at all
Ooh
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I know I pulled the pin on your heart
But I lost sight of the target when you let down your guard
Should've run, run a hundred miles
Never look back, jack
'Cause now we can't backtrack
And yeah, I know what to say
Nothing can change, no one to blame
It's on the tip of my tongue, here it comes
This is crazy, you should know that I would go back in a heartbeat
Just to make your heart beat
[Verse 7]
Yeah, I know I pulled the pin on your heart
But I lost sight of the target when you let down your guard
Should've run, run a hundred miles
Never look back, jack
'Cause now we can't backtrack
And yeah, I know what to say
Nothing can change, no one to blame
It's on the tip of my tongue, here it comes
This is crazy, you should know that I would go back in a heartbeat
Just to make your heart beat
Written by: Dewain Whitmore, Jr., James Blunt, Steve Robson