Apparaît dans
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Ben Howard
Chant
Chris Bond
Batterie
India Bourne
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ben Howard
Paroles/Composition
Chris Bond
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Bond
Production
Cenzo Townshend
Ingénierie de mixage
Robin Schmidt
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jason Howes
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jonathan Gilmore
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
My my, cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
Just a blade in the grass, spoke unto the wheel
My my, cold hearted child, tell me where it's all gone
The luster of your bones, those arms that held you strong
I been worryin' that my time is a little unclear
I been worryin' that I'm losing the ones I hold dear
I been worryin' that we all live our lives in the confines of fear
My my, cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
Just a grain in the morning air, dark shadow on the hill
My my, cold hearted child, tell me where it all falls
All this apathy you feel will make a fool of us all
I been worryin' that my time is a little unclear
I been worryin' that I'm losing the ones I hold dear
I been worryin' that we all live our lives in the confines of fear
Oh I will become what I deserve
Oh I will become what I deserve
Oh I will become what I deserve
Oh I will become what I deserve
(I've been worryin', I've been worryin')
Oh I will become what I deserve
(I've been worryin', my time is a little unclear)
Oh I will become what I deserve
I been worryin', I been worryin' that my time is a little unclear
I been worryin', I been worryin that I'm losing the one's I hold dear
I been worryin'
I been worryin' that we all
All live our lives in the confines of fear
Writer(s): Chris Bond, Benjamin John Howard
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