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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Thomas Backman
Clarinette
Josefine Lindstrand
Chant
David Lindvall
Guitare basse
Martin Öhman
Batterie
Cecilia Linne
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Thomas Backman
Composition
Josefine Lindstrand
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Thomas Backman
Production
Hans Olsson Brookes
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Liam Warton
Infographie
Paroles
The worst feeling of them all
Is when I feel nothing
Indifference to what's to come
A heart that's numb
Leaving a void where colors once played
Trying hard to think, but the thoughts always slip
A perfect storm in apathy's grip, I don't feel it
The cows run out, jumping up and down
They are wild and free in the nature's gown
When the world awakes from its frozen sleep, I don't see it
Take the stride to wake my mind
In labyrinths of fragment walls
To find the spark that's been concealed
And once again to truly feel
[Instrumental]
The worst feeling of them all
Is when I feel nothing
Indifference to what's to come
A heart that's numb
Take the stride to wake my mind
In labyrinths of fragment walls
To find the spark that's been concealed
And once again to truly feel
[Instrumental]
The worst feeling of them all
Is when we feel nothing
Our miles are nowhere near
To see what will appear
Take the stride to wake my mind
And once again to truly feel
Written by: Josefine Lindstrand, Thomas Backman


