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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Goldfrapp
Goldfrapp
Vocals
Alex Lee
Alex Lee
Acoustic Guitar
Steve Evans
Steve Evans
Acoustic Guitar
John Parish
John Parish
Drums
Martyn Baker
Martyn Baker
Drums
Will Gregory
Will Gregory
Performer
Nick Ingman
Nick Ingman
Strings
Bill Hawkes
Bill Hawkes
Viola
Boguslav Kostecki
Boguslav Kostecki
Violin
Chris Laurence
Chris Laurence
Bass
Emlyn Singleton
Emlyn Singleton
Violin
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Violin
Ian Burdge
Ian Burdge
Cello
Ian Humphries
Ian Humphries
Violin
Kathy Shave
Kathy Shave
Violin
Mark Berrow
Mark Berrow
Violin
Morgan Goff
Morgan Goff
Viola
Nick Barr
Nick Barr
Viola
Nick Cooper
Nick Cooper
Cello
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Peter Lale
Peter Lale
Viola
Richard George
Richard George
Violin
Richard Pryce
Richard Pryce
Bass
Rita Manning
Rita Manning
Violin
Sophie Harris
Sophie Harris
Cello
Stacey Watton
Stacey Watton
Bass
Steve Morris
Steve Morris
Violin
Tom Pigott-Smith
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Warren Zielinski
Warren Zielinski
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alison Goldfrapp
Alison Goldfrapp
Composer
Will Gregory
Will Gregory
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goldfrapp
Goldfrapp
Producer
Gary Thomas
Gary Thomas
Engineer
Jeremy Murphy
Jeremy Murphy
Engineer
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Mixing Engineer
Eduardo de la Paz
Eduardo de la Paz
Mixing Engineer
Will Gregory
Will Gregory
Producer
Greg Freeman
Greg Freeman
Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Pull up the blinds Open the door wide Feel the cold arrive In my bones Put on my face The way I dressed today Feel like you tonight On my day Falling little more You bumped and crashed in dirty snow Up to our sin, I might as well Melt into Sunday Remember the time We stood there by the lake Watching boats and planes Pretty white clouds The sun will sweat In fact the song begins Trees are your skin On my tongue Falling little more You bumped and crashed in dirty snow Up to our sin, I might as well Melt into Sunday Pull up the blinds Open the door wide Feel the cold arrive In my bones You, me and more We bumped and crashed in dirty snow Up to our sin, we might as well Melt into Sunday La la la la la La la la la la la la la la We know you're, you're not how it seems Don't have a point You're not there for the stay When I will wish you could Wish that you were there You could You're dying in here You could be here soon You stumble on a river
Writer(s): William Owen Gregory, Alison Elizabeth Goldfrapp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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