Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Bombay Bicycle Club
Interprète
Jack Steadman
Chant
Liz Lawrence
Chœurs
Jamie MacColl
Guitare
Ed Nash
Basse
Suren De Saram
Batterie
Elizabeth Baba
Violon
Madeline Falcone
Violon
Marta Sofia Honer
Alto
Aniela Marie Perry
Violoncelle
Nathaniel Walcott
Trompette
David Moyer
Trompette
David Urquidi
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jack Steadman
Composition
Bombay Bicycle Club
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
John Congleton
Production
Jack Steadman
Production complémentaire
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
When I turn out, not a word out
It's my reality
Then I curl up, it won't take much
To stand in front and see
I got that ego, what do I know?
It don't mean much to me
Fall away now, on my way down
It's all I know and I can hardly speak
There's a lighthouse, I can hide out
Staring out to sea
Shine a word through, did it reach you?
Or echo back to me?
I got that ego, what do I know?
When I can hardly see
Fall away now, on my way down
It's all I know and I can hardly speak
A picture on the wall
Looking back at me
And I can't even talk
I'm floating in a dream
I'm floating in a dream
You say I've a bent tooth
Well, I don't even like you
Want me to leave my cocoon
Where does that leave you?
You say you can see my bones
But I can see right through you
Too many faces to please
I can't see a place for me
I come home to write it all (for me)
I come home to write it all (for me)
I come home to write it all (for me)
I come home, I come home
I come home to write it all (a picture on the wall)
I come home to write it all (looking back at me)
I come home to write it all (and I can't even talk)
I come home, I come home (I'm floating in a dream)
I'm floating in a dream
Writer(s): Jack William Thomas Steadman
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