Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Sundays
The Sundays
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Composição
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Produção
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Produção
Dave Anderson
Dave Anderson
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

Oh innocent smiles, how they put you to shame
Same televised lines, I've seen the film before
Sicilian men, they're going to save their name
Leaving their brides in black shawls again
See how it's shining through the dark
As the teardrops fall and it illuminates the room
And we can't stop staring for a moment
Some silver-screen starlet
But it's my story she's living in
In a smoke-filled room pressed up against the door
See how it's shining through the dark
As the kettle boils
And it illuminates the room
Entertain me, eyes on this prize
Hello, I'm drowning in your tide
Welcome, so close to my pale skin I'm there
But one touch and it's gone
Same black and white blonde
You know the face but never her name
Hillbilly young boys
Without a tooth between them
See how it's shining through the dark
Spinning a dream for the wide-awake
And it illuminates the room
Entertain me, fixing your eyes on the prize
Hello, I'm drowning in your tide
Welcome, so close to my pale skin I'm there
Stay, don't roll away now
(or Sister stay now, don't run now)
This is my magic world
And it's pulling me under so stay
Written by: David Gavurin, Harriet Wheeler
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