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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Robbie Williams
Robbie Williams
Вокал
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Клавишные инструменты
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Гитара
Stuart Price
Stuart Price
Клавишные инструменты
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Бас-гитара
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Автор песен
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Автор песен
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Автор песен
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Stuart Price
Stuart Price
Продюсер
Robert Root
Robert Root
Инженер звукозаписи
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

I tried your number at 9, but to no avail Tried again at 11, got sent straight to voicemail You said you needed a calm, quiet night alone But that don't explain why you're not picking up the phone Now I'm driving through the city like a bullet in my seat And I hold my breath when I hit your street You were restless when you told me everything was alright One quiet night alone If nothing is wrong How come you're not home And it's almost 3AM When you decide to show? You're gonna tell me where you've been Don't spare me the details, I wanna know What does it look like? What does it talk like? Thought you wanted to make this work But you're sending me mixed signals With lowered emotion You greet me and I'm overcome 'Cause your body language is speaking in another tongue First you tell me that you needed some excitement in your life Then you grab the handle and turn the knife Accusations of obsessive misbehaviour Like we ain't been down to hell and back And made untrue I thought that was you And it's almost 3AM When you decide to show You're gonna tell me where you've been Don't spare me details, I wanna know What does it look like? What does it talk like? Thought you wanted to make this work But you're sending me mixed signals And in the dusk we fall apart The sun's got his elbow In the rib cage of town I'm breaking down And it's almost 3AM When you decide to show You're gonna tell me where you've been Don't sugarcoat it, girl, I want the blow by blow What does it look like? What does it talk like? Thought you wanted to make this work But you're sending me mixed signals Yeah, sending me mixed signals Darling, darling believe me Know that, no, you don't need me Break up, you know it won't please me Sweetheart, let me down easy Cut me loose, baby, don't tease me Oh Lord, let me down easy Sending me mixed signals
Writer(s): Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Ronnie Jr. Vannucci, Brandon Flowers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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