Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James
Performer
Leo Abrahams
Guitar
Timothy Booth
Vocals
Saul Davies
Guitar
Adrian Oxaal
Guitar
Mark Hunter
Keyboards
Jim Glennie
Bass
Chloe Alper
Background Vocals
Sam Frank
Programming
Andres Malta
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Booth
Composer
Saul Davies
Composer
Mark Hunter
Composer
James Patrick Glennie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leo Abrahams
Producer
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer
Andres Malta
Engineer
Testi
Make a wish, drop a coin in the well
Picked her up, hitching to Chicago
Rucksack, skateboard, bashed up guitar
Back at the bar, she dances slow
Spins and spins, lost in her headphones
A kiss that lasts the length of a distant song
Watching her sleep in the morning lights
Whispering dreams, no worry lines
Butterfly writes a song in the air, no man can read
Sets down on a nest of red hair
Wings outspread, open like a Bible
She tastes of sweetcorn, jasmine, cardamom seeds
Bye, bye butterfly
Beyond the glass, the open sky
Your time is brief, your impact fleetingly deep
Gone, gone, the moment's gone
Flipped a coin and then move on
Your time was brief, your impact deep
Spinner got hooked in the branch of an oak tree
Watching wind ripple through the wheat fields
She found him sleeping in a pile of dead leaves
Can't catch hold of a summer breeze
Hang your coat on a wave, on a sunbeam
She woke him up, he was asleep
Can't catch hold of the summer breeze
Hang your coat on a wave, on a sunbeam
She woke him up, he was asleep
Bye, bye butterfly
Beyond the glass, the open sky
Your time is brief, your impact fleetingly deep
Gone, gone, the moment's gone
Flipped a coin and then move on
Your time was brief, your impact deep
(Maybe it's a lie, maybe it's a crime)
(Maybe it's a one way street, uh-huh)
(Maybe it's a lie, maybe it's a crime)
(Maybe it's a one way street, uh-huh)
Dives from the bridge, crushed by the waves
Ocean tears at his clothes, puts rocks in his pockets
He struggles to the place where the car hit the sea
Hand over fist down a rope of seaweed
Dives to the kelp bed floor, to the wreck of the flat top car
Frees a red haired girl from the passenger seat, breathe, breathe
(Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy)
(Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy)
Flowers can fly
Enchanted by beauty, mesmerizes
More, more, more, more, more
Flowers can fly
Enchanted by beauty, mesmerizes
More, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, more
Writer(s): Timothy Booth, James Glennie, Mark Hunter, Saul Davies
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