Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Alex Ryan
Piano
Rory Doyle
Batterie
Booker T. Jones
Orgue
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Markus Dravs
Co‑production
Iain Berryman
Ingénierie de prise de son
Robbie Nelson
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Nathaniel Graham
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Andrew Scheps
Ingénierie de mixage
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Co‑production
Paroles
When I first saw you, the end was soon
To Bethlehem, it slouched and then
Must've caught a good look at you
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you, the best of you
Honey, belongs to me
Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves?
Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes?
Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?
Ain't you my baby?
Ain't you my baby?
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
If I was born as a blackthorn tree
I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you
Fuel the pyre of your enemies
Ain't it warming you, the world going up in flames?
Ain't it the life of you, your lighting of the blaze?
Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade?
Ain't you my baby?
Ain't you my baby?
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Writer(s): Andrew John Hozier-byrne
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