Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Cure
The Cure
Interprète
Mura Masa
Mura Masa
Remixage
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Guitare
Simon Gallup
Simon Gallup
Basse
Jason Cooper
Jason Cooper
Batterie
Roger O'Donnell
Roger O'Donnell
Claviers
Reeves Gabrels
Reeves Gabrels
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mura Masa
Mura Masa
Ingénierie de mixage
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Production
J. Boston
J. Boston
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Joe Jones
Joe Jones
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Bunny Lake
Bunny Lake
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Lilian Nuthall
Lilian Nuthall
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Paul Corkett
Paul Corkett
Ingénierie de mixage
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nathan Boddy
Nathan Boddy
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

[Verse 1]
I think too much of all that's gone, of how it was before my thoughts
Obsessed with choices made for sure, in ignorance of history and consequence
As more and more, I misremember hopelessly
The way love turned out every time was never quite enough
[Chorus]
I lose all my life like this, reflecting time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am
[Chorus]
I lose all my life like this, reflecting time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am now
[Verse 2]
I think too much of all to come, of how it will be after I give up
My weary dance with age and resignation moves me slow
Toward a dark and empty stage, where I can sing of all I know
The way love turns out every time will never be enough
[Chorus]
I waste all my world like this, intending time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am
[Chorus]
I waste all my world like this, intending time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am now
Written by: Robert James Smith
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