Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Wild Rivers
Interprète
Khalid Yassein
Chant
Chris Altmann
Pedal steel guitar
Devan Glover
Chant
Kirk Starkey
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Khalid Yassein
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dan Hosh
Production
Stephen Pitkin
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Came my way on a summer day
Flying out of broken soil
Safe to say that you blinded me
I saw you and my sight was sore
Met your lips in the dead of night
And took you on the kitchen floor
Good God, I got it bad for you babe
Guess I don't know anything about it
Guess I thought you were preaching to an empty room
And I'll tell you how I feel, but I don't want to speak too soon
So I just pray it's all true
Well, you don't know much about me
I'll explain it as best I can
I'm afraid of getting rich just to find out
It was only fools' in my pan
Time is wasted on a boy who is faking
Pretending just to be a man
Good God, I got it bad for you, babe
Guess I don't know anything about it
Guess I thought you were preaching to an empty room
And I'll tell you how I feel, but I don't want to speak too soon
And I just pray it's all true
Oh, and I just pray it's all true
Guess I don't know anything about it
Guess I thought you were preaching to an empty room
And I'll tell you how I feel, but I don't want to speak too soon
So I just pray it's all true
Writer(s): Khalid Yassein
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