クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Hayes
Peter Hayes
Composer
Robert Levon Been
Robert Levon Been
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Producer
Michael Been
Michael Been
Co-Producer
Rick Parker
Rick Parker
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardener
Brian Gardener
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

Turn your eyes from the window
So you won't see this world
The walls are closing inward
There's nowhere left to turn
You want it, you need it, the words slip away
You're crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
Wonder how you sleep
And all your houses crumble
Shadows begin to howl
Spiders on the rooftops
The trapdoor's in ourselves
You want it, you need it, the words slip away
You're crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
Wonder how you sleep, it's a wonder to me
So how's it going to feel
When you don't know what's real?
You tell yourself it's love
Then tear your insides up
So how's it going to feel
When you don't know what's real?
You tell yourself it's love
Then tear yourself apart
Senses all been fractured
The traitor's in your sights
The hours spinning backwards
There's nowhere left to hide
You want it, you need it, the words slip away
You're crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
Wonder how you sleep, it's a wonder to me
So how's it going to feel
When you don't know what's real?
You tell yourself it's love
And tear your insides up
So how's it going to feel
When you don't know what's real?
You tell yourself it's love
Then tear yourself apart
How many people must learn?
How many roads must you turn?
There's something hiding below
How many tears must you cry
How many buried inside
Until you finally let go?
How many years must you fight
How many stories survive
Until the tables will turn?
How many days must you brave?
How many years must you pay?
There's nothing left to let go
Written by: Peter Hayes, Robert Levon Been
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