クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alex Turner
Alex Turner
Vocals
James Ford
James Ford
Drums
Miles Kane
Miles Kane
Guitar
Zachary Dawes
Zachary Dawes
Bass Guitar
Eric Gorfain
Eric Gorfain
Violin
Marisa Kuney
Marisa Kuney
Violin
Daphne Chen
Daphne Chen
Violin
Gina Kronstadt
Gina Kronstadt
Violin
Alwyn Wright
Alwyn Wright
Violin
Leah Katz
Leah Katz
Viola
Rodney Wirtz
Rodney Wirtz
Viola
John Krovoza
John Krovoza
Cello
Peggy Baldwin
Peggy Baldwin
Cello
Ian Walker
Ian Walker
Contrabass
Amy Wickman
Amy Wickman
Violin
Chris Woods
Chris Woods
Violin
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Conductor
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Turner
Alex Turner
Songwriter
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Ford
James Ford
Producer
Sean Oakley
Sean Oakley
Recording Engineer
Ross Hogarth
Ross Hogarth
Recording Engineer
Brian Lucey
Brian Lucey
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Well, we were kissing
It was secret
We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen
Both well aware that there'd be trouble
If the manager should find us
You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
You can carry much more than I can
[Verse 2]
And a wicked gale came howling up
Through Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris everywhere
And a Roman Colosseum
It must be boring when I talk about my dreams
[Verse 3]
I'm in a building and I notice
That I'm surrounded by the ocean
I get a feeling
I start running
Don't really know why I am running
I never really know why I am running
Till I get caught
Want to wake up to my dream report?
[Verse 4]
And the snow was falling thick and fast
We were bombing down Los Feliz
It was you and me and Miles Kane
And some prick I went to school with
It must be awful when I talk about my-
[Verse 5]
Visions of the past, impossible future
Shoot threw my mind and I can't let go
Inseparable opposing images
When can you come back again?
[Verse 6]
And a wicked gale came howling up
Through Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris everywhere
And a Roman Colosseum
Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams?
It must be torture when I talk about my dreams
Written by: Alex Turner
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