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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Garrett
Peter Garrett
Vocals
Martin Rotsey
Martin Rotsey
Guitar
Heather Shannon
Heather Shannon
Keyboards
Evan Mannell
Evan Mannell
Drums
Rowan Lane
Rowan Lane
Bass
May Garrett
May Garrett
Background Vocals
Grace Garrett
Grace Garrett
Background Vocals
Tony Buchen
Tony Buchen
Synthesizer
Freya Schack-Arnott
Freya Schack-Arnott
Cello
Ollie Thorpe
Ollie Thorpe
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Garrett
Peter Garrett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Garrett
Peter Garrett
Producer
Martin Rotsey
Martin Rotsey
Assistant Engineer
Tony Buchen
Tony Buchen
Producer
Caleb Hill
Caleb Hill
Assistant Engineer
Steve Smart
Steve Smart
Mastering Engineer

Lirik

If you're alone, must be the hardest of things With only four walls to hold you in Alone, nobody sticking like glue Tending your light, tending to you No one to laugh at your jokes, be scared of your ghosts Pick you up when you're broken, speak the unspoken Listen at night when your dream's running riot The ways of the world make you wonder The screen is permaglow, no fireflies bothering The door is always closed, no one is hovering Now we're slaves to the system, a machine that won't slow Issued a number, ready to roll Camera's all-seeing, there's no sense in believing George Orwell was right, we had to wait a bit longer 'Til the lasso was stronger Now it's filament fine like a Clare Valley wine You can't see it, but it's tougher than a piece of fence wire The line between a full life and terminal decline Is filled out by the passengers, we're just marking time It's said no one's an island, nor it's meant to be Staring at the night sky, what's become of me? The screen is permaglow, no fireflies hovering The door is always closed, no one is bothering Oh no, oh no Yeah, God of the schoolyard, shut out by the noise Last rites and the feasting, men acting like boys Tossed around by a whirlpool of envy and rage Is this how homo sapiens remember their days? Remember, remember, remember It's said no one's an island, nor it's meant to be Shouting at the night sky, what's become of me? (Oh, yeah) The screen is permaglow, no fireflies hovering The door is always closed, no one is bothering Oh no, no, no, no, no Book saw
Writer(s): Peter Garrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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