Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Alex Ryan
Фортепиано
Rory Doyle
Барабаны
Booker T. Jones
Орган
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Markus Dravs
Сопродюсер
Iain Berryman
Инженер звукозаписи
Robbie Nelson
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Nathaniel Graham
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Andrew Scheps
Миксинг-инженер
Greg Calbi
Мастеринг-инженер
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Сопродюсер
Слова
When I first saw you, the end was soon
To Bethlehem, it slouched and then
Must've caught a good look at you
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you, the best of you
Honey, belongs to me
Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves?
Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes?
Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?
Ain't you my baby?
Ain't you my baby?
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
If I was born as a blackthorn tree
I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you
Fuel the pyre of your enemies
Ain't it warming you, the world going up in flames?
Ain't it the life of you, your lighting of the blaze?
Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade?
Ain't you my baby?
Ain't you my baby?
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Writer(s): Andrew John Hozier-byrne
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