Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Lucy Shaw
Contrebasse
Corinne Bailey
Cor d’harmonie
Richard Ashton
Cor d’harmonie
Richard Bissill
Cor d’harmonie
Andrew Dost
Chœurs
Jack Antonoff
Guitare
Nate Ruess
Voix principales
Mark Frost
Trombone
Trevor Mires
Trombone
Natalie Cavey
Alto
Jenny Sacha
Violon
Natalia Bonner
Violon
Pat Hartley
Trombone
Stephanie Cavey
Violon
Sally Jackson
Violon
Chloé Vincent
Flûte
Emma Owens
Alto
Jane Olivor
Violoncelle
Roise Danvers
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Dost
Paroles/Composition
Jack Antonoff
Paroles/Composition
Jeff Bhasker
Paroles/Composition
Nate Ruess
Paroles/Composition
Fun.
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jeff Bhasker
Production
Pete Bischoff
Ingénieries complémentaires
Noah Goldstein
Ingénieries complémentaires
John Janick
Production déléguée
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Andrew Dawson
Ingénierie
Tommy Danvers
Production
Paroles
I got enough on my mind
That when she pulls me by the hair
She hasn't much to hold onto
She keeping count on her hand
One, two, three days that I been sleeping on my side
I finished kissing my death
So now I head back up the steps
Thinkin' about where I've been
I mean the sun was never like this
I wanna feel with the season
I guess it makes sense
'Cause my life's become as vapid as
A night out in Los Angeles
And I just want to stay in bed
And hold you like I used to
You know that I am home
So darling if you love me
Would you let me know?
Or go on, go on, go on
If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
She got enough on her mind
That she feel no sorrow
I let my fate fill the air
So now she rollin' down her window
Never been one to hold on
But I need a last breath
So I ask if she remembers when
She used to come and visit me
We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong
Or go on, go on, go on
If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feelin' that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much
I'll move back down
To this western town
When they find me out
Make no mistake about it
I'll move back down
To this western town
When they find me out
Make no mistake about it
I'll move back down (Go on, go on, go on)
To this western town (If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come)
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
Go on, go on, go on
If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feelin' that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much
I'll move back down
Writer(s): Jeff Bhasker, Jack Antonoff, Andrew Dost, Nate Ruess
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