Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Servant
Interprète
Dan Black
Guitare
Matt Fisher
Basse
Steve Dub
Interprète
Greg Fleming
Interprète
Chris Burrows
Guitare
Yoad Nevo
Interprète
Dimitri Tikovoi
Interprète
James Brown
Interprète
Tim Young
Interprète
Trevor Sharpe
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dan Black
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dan Black
Production
Steve Dub
Production
Greg Fleming
Ingénierie de prise de son
Yoad Nevo
Ingénierie de mixage
Dimitri Tikovoi
Ingénierie de mixage
James Brown
Ingénierie de mixage
Tim Young
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
I pulled my coat on tight and stood in the hall
Dust in a shaft of light floating by the wall
I started crying to myself
It wasn't in my head
It was physical
Like ghosts hung on thread
A bunch of chemicals
I started laughing to myself
When you pulled out your heart
I scrambled up
I scrambled up
When you asked me my past
I made it up
I made it up
But now suddenly I feel I'm gonna' be ok
You know you could help yourself
You could help yourself
You will not turn to rust
You won't turn to dust
You started laughing to yourself
When you pulled out your heart
I scrambled up
I scrambled up
When you asked me my past
I made it up
I made it up
But now suddenly I feel I'm gonna' be ok
When you pulled out your heart
I scrambled up
I scrambled up
When you asked me my past
I made it up
I made it up
But now suddenly I feel I'm gonna' be
Oh I'm gonna be ok
Writer(s): Daniel Edward Black
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