Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Editors
Editors
Interpretação
Alison Dods
Alison Dods
Violino
Allen Walley
Allen Walley
Baixo
Andrew Parker
Andrew Parker
Viola
Anthony Pleeth
Anthony Pleeth
Violoncelo
Boguslav Kostecki
Boguslav Kostecki
Violino
Bruce White
Bruce White
Viola
Caroline Dale
Caroline Dale
Violoncelo
Cathy Thompson
Cathy Thompson
Violino
David Daniels
David Daniels
Violoncelo
Deborah Widdup
Deborah Widdup
Violino
Emil Chakalov
Emil Chakalov
Violino
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Violino
Helen Kamminga
Helen Kamminga
Viola
Ian Humphries
Ian Humphries
Violino
Jonathan Evans-Jones
Jonathan Evans-Jones
Violino
Mark Berrow
Mark Berrow
Violino
Martin Loveday
Martin Loveday
Violoncelo
Mary Scully
Mary Scully
Baixo
Matt Dunkley
Matt Dunkley
Regência
Natalia Bonner
Natalia Bonner
Violino
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Violino
Rachel Bolt
Rachel Bolt
Viola
Rick Koster
Rick Koster
Violino
Rita Manning
Rita Manning
Violino
Skaila Kanga
Skaila Kanga
Harpa
Tom Smith
Tom Smith
Violino
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Ed Lay
Ed Lay
Composição
Elliott Williams
Elliott Williams
Composição
Justin Lockey
Justin Lockey
Composição
Russell Leetch
Russell Leetch
Composição
Tom Smith
Tom Smith
Composição
Matt Dunkley
Matt Dunkley
Orquestração
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Jacquire King
Jacquire King
Produção
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Engenharia (mixagem)
Geoff Foster
Geoff Foster
Engenharia

Letra

The sun said nothing
About my demise, my fall to the floor
Sparks from your stare cascade into mine
Started a war
Started a war
Monday morning, hungover, red eyes
Hide it all away
We walk through a crowd of strangers
Two minutes from your door
You lived there all your life
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
'Til I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Out of it, you handle it for everyone
Take a poisoned dart to my heart, and then I'm done
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
'Til I got nothing left
I got nothing left
These floorboards creaking, my body's old
The sun casts a shadow at dusk that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
'Til I got nothing left
I got nothing left
I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Oh-oh-oh, I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Written by: Ed Lay, Elliott Williams, Justin Lockey, Russell Leetch, Tom Smith
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