In primo piano
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adele
Vocals
Ben Thomas
Guitar
Louis Sharpe
Drums
Neil Cowley
Hammond Organ
Tom Driessler
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Michels
Songwriter
Nick Movshon
Songwriter
Clay Holley
Songwriter
Adele Adkins
Songwriter
Jeff Silverman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Abbiss
Producer
Richard Wilkinson
Mixing Engineer
Simon Hayes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tony Cousins
Engineer
Testi
Who wants to be right as rain?
It's better when something is wrong
You get excitement in your bones
And everything you do's a game
When night comes and you're on your own
You can say, "I chose to be alone"
Who wants to be right as rain
It's harder when you're on top
'Cause when hard work don't pay off, and I'm tired
There ain't no room in my bed
As far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile off, we
Won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of love
Who wants to be riding high
When you'll just crumble back on down
You give up everything you are
And even then you don't get far
They make believe that everything
Is exactly what it seems
But at least when you're at your worst
You know how to feel things
See when hard work don't pay off, and I'm tired
There ain't no room in my bed
As far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile please
We won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of love
Go ahead and steal my heart to make me cry again
'Cause it will never hurt as much as it did then
When we were both right and no one had blame
But now I give up on this endless game
'Cause who wants to be right as rain?
It's better when something is wrong
I get excitement in my bones
Even though everything's a strain
When night comes and I'm on my own
You should know I chose to be alone
Who wants to be right as rain?
It's harder when you're on top
'Cause when hard work don't pay off, and I'm tired
There ain't no room in my bed as far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile off, we
Won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of...
No room in my bed
As far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile off, we
Won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of love
Woah, yeah, had enough
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, do, da, oh
Writer(s): Jeff Silverman, Nick Movshon, Leon Marcus Michels, Adele Laurie Blue Adkins, Clay Holley
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