Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Emeli Sandé
Vocais
Rick Smith
Vocais
Steve Pearce
Baixo
Paul Clarvis
Percussão
Esme Bronwen-Smith
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Emeli Sandé
Composição
Rick Smith
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Rick Smith
Produção
Letra
It has has been a thousand years since I have gave up hope in
I've told my heart to know my tears at the bottom of the ocean
I hit the ground, I hate the dirt
When cold turkey on the church
I just keep on running, running, running, running...
I camp real good, and laying low
I got the hang of breaking
But today I feel like volcano
Today something is changing
Cant hold it down, it's breaking loose
I could try, but there's no use
I'm running, running, running, running...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Hold on steady, ladies and gents
Ooh, get ready
Cause here it comes
Hurt my turn, when time on shoot
It came unexpected
I thought praying, I love the douche
Hit me like a nap trip
With you, you're my rusty car
I'm afraid, but there's no point in loving, loving, loving
Jumping off the window seat
Laying all the cities
I left a note to pay my bills, I wonder if they'll miss me
Cause I don't know when ill return
I waited long but here's my turn, I'm loving, loving, loving
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Hold on steady, ladies and gents
Ooh, get ready
Here it comes
Written by: Emeli Sandé, Rick Smith

