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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Synthétiseur
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Guitare
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Basse
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Paroles/Composition
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Paroles/Composition
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Paroles/Composition
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Damian Taylor
Damian Taylor
Production
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Production
Robert Root
Robert Root
Ingénierie de prise de son
Alan Moulder
Alan Moulder
Ingénierie de mixage
Kenta Yonesaka
Kenta Yonesaka
Assistance d’ingénierie
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

You're looking for a way out, I can feel it Come on, show me where it hurts, maybe I can heal it Your feelings are your own, now you keep them under lock and key You've got me driving through the streets for an answer to the mystery The world's still awake on Charleston Avenue Outside that vacant starlight motel I see you Laughing with your girlfriends Not a care in the world Not a burden on your mind It was a matter of time There's a panic in this house and it's bound to surface Just walking through the front door makes me nervous It's creeping up the floorboards, got me wondering where I stand I cannot put out the fire, I've got a book of matches in my hand When we first met, headstrong and filled with doubt Made just enough, hustling tables, that summer to take you out I was falling back on forever When you told me about your heart You laid it on the line Laughing with your girlfriends Not a care in the world Not a burden on your mind You're hanging on the line! It was just a matter It was a matter of time We'd find ourselves a place, we belong in this forever Ain't that what it's all about? Make the promise and keep it Come hell or high water We'd figure it out It was the night, it was the moon It was the green grass in the garden The victory and the sin I know you're weary, look at me Flailing in the corner Here's the towel Go on, throw it in It was a matter of time Can't you see that it's tearing me up inside? Look what's laying at our feet That's the wreckage of broken dreams And burned out halos And it's here on our street
Writer(s): Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Ronnie Jr. Vannucci, Brandon Flowers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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