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INTERPRÉTATION
Lewis Capaldi
Chant
Nick Atkinson
Chœurs
Edd Holloway
Programmation
Phil Plested
Chœurs
Freddy Sheed
Batterie
Jonathan Gilmore
Programmation
Wired Strings
Cordes
Patrick Kiernan
Violon
Zara Benyounes
Violon
Ellie Stanford
Violon
Sally Jackson
Violon
Natalie Klouda
Violon
Hayley Pomfrett
Violon
Steve Morris
Violon
Charis Jenson
Violon
Nick Barr
Alto
Meghan Cassidy
Alto
Jane Oliver
Violoncelle
Rosie Danvers
Violoncelle
Richard Pryce
Contrebasse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lewis Capaldi
Paroles/Composition
Nick Atkinson
Paroles/Composition
Edd Holloway
Paroles/Composition
Philp John Plested
Paroles/Composition
Rosie Danvers
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Lewis Capaldi
Production
Nick Atkinson
Production
Edd Holloway
Production
Mark "Spike" Stent
Ingénierie de mixage
Matt Wolach
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Robert Vosgien
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jonathan Gilmore
Ingénierie
Paroles
You said
"Who are we fooling?"
I guess that you gave up
On all that I am and all that I'm not
'Cause I'm fucking useless
And full of excuses
I guess that you cut free
From all that we are and we'll never be
Now the flowers are dead, like the hearts in our chest
And I'm hanging my head 'cause I'm trying to forget
How we bled, and we bled, and we bled, and we bled
So this is where we ended up
All of those years that I wasted for love
And here it is, forevermore
The house is on fire, and I can't find the door
If I had the heart to start it again
I'd stamp out the sparks in my own self-defence
Say, you ain't gonna like how this ends
You know if we went back
To fix what we once had
There'd still be no chance
For you and me 'cause inevitably
All the flowers would die and the tears from your eyes
Would come as no surprise as I tried to forget
How we bled, and we bled, and we bled, and we bled
So this is where we ended up
All of those years that I wasted for love
And here it is, forevermore
The house is on fire, and I can't find the door
If I had the heart to start it again
I'd stamp out the sparks in my own self-defence
No, you ain't gonna like how this ends
Broken with no way to mend
No, you ain't gonna like how this ends
I'm stuck here just trying to forget
How we bled, and we bled, and we bled, and we bled
So this is where we ended up
All of those years that I wasted for love
And here it is, forevermore
The house is on fire, and I can't find the door
If I had the heart to start it again
I'd stamp out the sparks in my own self-defence
Say, you ain't gonna like how this ends
Writer(s): Nicholas William Atkinson, Edward James Holloway, Lewis Marc Capaldi
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