Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Chant
Dana Goldfein
Dana Goldfein
Musique
Ed Robertson
Ed Robertson
Chant
Steven Page
Steven Page
Chant
Jim Creeggan
Jim Creeggan
Basse
Tyler Stewart
Tyler Stewart
Batterie
Kevin Hearn
Kevin Hearn
Piano
Roberto "Tiny" Menegoni
Roberto "Tiny" Menegoni
Percussion
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ed Robertson
Ed Robertson
Paroles/Composition
Steven Page
Steven Page
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David May
David May
Production complémentaire
Michael Scotella
Michael Scotella
Ingénieries complémentaires
Jen Hilliard
Jen Hilliard
Assistance d’ingénierie
Kate Teasdale
Kate Teasdale
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jim Scott
Jim Scott
Ingénierie de mixage
Don Was
Don Was
Production

Paroles

It's the perfect time of year Somewhere far away from here I feel fine enough, I guess Considering everything's a mess There's a restaurant down the street Where hungry people like to eat I could walk but I'll just drive It's colder than it looks outside It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn When you try to see the world beyond your front door Take your time 'cause the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile When you realize that a guy my size might take a while Just to try to figure out what all this is for It's the perfect time of day To throw all your cares away Put the sprinkler on the lawn And run through with my gym shorts on Take a drink right from the hose And change into some drier clothes Climb the stairs up to my room Sleep away the afternoon It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn When you try to see the world beyond your front door Take your time 'cause the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile When you realize that a guy my size might take a while Just to try to figure out what all this is for Pinch me, pinch me 'Cause I'm still asleep Please God, tell me That I'm still asleep On an evening such as this It's hard to tell if I exist Pack the car and leave this town Who'll notice that I'm not around? I could hide out under there I just made you say 'underwear' I could leave but I'll just stay All my stuff's here anyway It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn When you try to see the world beyond your front door Take your time 'cause the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile When you realize that a guy my size might take a while Just to try to figure out what all this is for Try to figure out what all this is for Try to see the world beyond your front door Try to figure out what all this is for
Writer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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