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INTERPRÉTATION
Bill Bruford
Batterie
David Cross
Violon
John Wetton
Basse
Robert Fripp
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Robert Fripp
Composition
David Cross
Composition
Richard Palmer-James
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Singleton
Ingénierie de mastérisation
King Crimson
Production
Neil Wilkes
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nick Ryan
Ingénierie
Robert Fripp
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Simon Heyworth
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Now in this faraway land
Strange that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
Spring, and the air's turning mild
City lights and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry
Friends, do they know what I mean?
Rain and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out of town
But, Lord, I had to go
Trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkard's name for me
But now this better life
Has brought a different understanding
And through these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone's no injury
My home was a place by the sand
Cliffs and a military band
Blew an air of normality
Writer(s): John Kenneth Wetton, William Scott Bruford, Jamie Muir, Robert Fripp, David Francis Cross, Richard William Palmer James
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