Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Fryars
Interprète
Ben Garrett
Programmation
Sean O'Hagan
Guitare
Max Taylor
Chœurs
David Dyson
Batterie
Patrick Savage
Violon
Shelley Britton
Alto
Maria Osuchowska
Harpe
Chris Fish
Harpe
Dorina Markoff-McNulty
Violon
Matthew Ward
Violon
Tom Piggot-Smith
Violon
Greta Mutlu
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ben Garrett
Composition
Sean O'Hagan
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ben Garrett
Production
Sean O'Hagan
Production complémentaire
Andy Ramsay
Ingénierie de prise de son
Matt Wiggins
Ingénierie de mixage
Paul Carr
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Matt Colton
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Everything looked normal from the top of Fifth Avenue
I was in the back of the car when I first heard the news
I felt my adrenaline levels rising through the roof
Then I got this sinking feeling I don't think I'll ever lose
Turn this thing around and go directly to dark saloon
I don't feel like talking
I don't feel like drinking orange juice
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
I don't care who's gonna drive me home
Who's gonna drive me home
Now on my own
I don't care who's gonna drive me home
Who's gonna drive me home
Now on my own
Everything in colour had turned quickly to black and white
But it seemed like anyone who's anyone was out tonight
Did they think to ask me or wonder if I felt alright?
Did they know my universe was ransacked and set alight?
'Cause I could build a tower
With the glassware I've been burning through
I don't feel like talking
I don't feel like drinking orange juice
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
I don't care who's gonna drive me home
Who's gonna drive me home
Now on my own
I don't care who's gonna drive me home
Who's gonna drive me home
Now on my own
I went through a tunnel of voices shouting "closing time"
They said I was looking quite unstable if I need a ride
I said I would usually taxi but my phone had died
And that by the end of summer probably so would I
They don't know a fraction of what the hell I'm going through
I just feel like walking
I don't feel like drinking orange juice
Is this really happening or am I a hypochondriac?
Or have the angels finally come to Earth?
They're here to take me back
I don't care who's gonna drive me home
Who's gonna drive me home
Now on my own
I don't care who's gonna drive me home
Who's gonna drive me home
Now on my own
I don't care who's gonna drive me home
Who's gonna drive me home
Now on my own
I don't care who's gonna drive me home
Who's gonna drive me home
Now on my own
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice, orange juice
Writer(s): Benjamin James Henry Jack Garrett
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