クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bastille
Bastille
Performer
Dan Smith
Dan Smith
Vocals
Kyle Simmons
Kyle Simmons
Background Vocals
Chris Woods
Chris Woods
Background Vocals
William Farquarson
William Farquarson
Background Vocals
Bruce Dukov
Bruce Dukov
Violin
Natalie Leggett
Natalie Leggett
Violin
Alyssa Park
Alyssa Park
Violin
Charlie Bisharat
Charlie Bisharat
Violin
Tereza Stanislav
Tereza Stanislav
Violin
Songa Lee
Songa Lee
Violin
Julie Gigante
Julie Gigante
Violin
Tammi Hatwan
Tammi Hatwan
Violin
Sarah Thornblade
Sarah Thornblade
Violin
Phil Levy
Phil Levy
Violin
Katia Popov
Katia Popov
Violin
Serena McKinney
Serena McKinney
Violin
Josefina Vergara
Josefina Vergara
Violin
Nina Evtuhov
Nina Evtuhov
Violin
Helen Nightengale
Helen Nightengale
Violin
Clayton Haslop
Clayton Haslop
Violin
Grace Oh
Grace Oh
Violin
Shalini Vijayan
Shalini Vijayan
Violin
Brian Dembow
Brian Dembow
Viola
Rob Brophy
Rob Brophy
Viola
Roland Kato
Roland Kato
Viola
Shawn Mann
Shawn Mann
Viola
Steve Erdody
Steve Erdody
Cello
Cécilia Tsan
Cécilia Tsan
Cello
Andrew Shulman
Andrew Shulman
Cello
Suzie Katayama
Suzie Katayama
Cello
Nico Abondolo
Nico Abondolo
Double Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Smith
Dan Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Fair
Ron Fair
Producer
Frank Wolf
Frank Wolf
Recording Engineer
Peter Mokran
Peter Mokran
Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settles around us
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Oh, where do we begin?
The rubble, or our sins?
Oh-oh, where do we begin?
The rubble, or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down (where do we begin?)
In the city that we love (the rubble or our sins?)
Grey clouds roll over the hills (where do we begin?)
Bringing darkness from above (the rubble or our sins?)
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
If you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Written by: Dan Smith
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