クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Nichelson
Eric Nichelson
Electric Guitar
Eric Pulido
Eric Pulido
Background Vocals
McKenzie Smith
McKenzie Smith
Drums
Paul Alexander
Paul Alexander
Bass
Tim Smith
Tim Smith
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Smith
Tim Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Midlake
Midlake
Producer
George lambert
George lambert
Mastering Engineer
Paul Alexander
Paul Alexander
Recording Engineer
Tim Smith
Tim Smith
Producer

歌詞

I'm tired of being here on this hill
No one lives to be three hundred years
Like the way it used to be
I think they were giants
I think they were giants
On this hill, nothing grows except greed
You will stay to finish your work
As long as need be
As long as need be
On a clear day, I can see my old house
And my wife in the front yard, talking with the friends
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
I'm tired of being here on this hill
Where I'm sure to find my last meal
No one lives to be three hundred years
On a clear day, I can see my old house
And my wife in the front yard, talking with the friends
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
Written by: Tim Smith
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