Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Tom Odell
Вокал
Rae Morris
Вокал
Max Clilverd
Электрогитара
Max Goff
Бас-гитара
Andrew Burrows
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Tom Odell
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Tom Odell
Продюсер
Andrew Burrows
Продюсер
Ben Baptie
Миксинг-инженер
Oli Barton-Wood
Инженер
Andy Menhenitt
Ассистент инженера
Barry Grint
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
I'm sick to death of eating breakfast on my own
Starting out my daily blues
(Hmm)
I'm sick to death of spilling coffee on my phone
(Oh)
Scrolling through pictures of you
I'd like to say that maybe we could work it out
But I know that it's no use
If I ever find anyone half as good as you
I think maybe that would do
(Ooh, ooh)
I kissed a stranger in the hallway late last night
He was wearing purple shoes
I asked him when he kissed me
Could he close his eyes?
But he just looked at me confused (Oh)
And people say my expectations are too high
But I'm not asking for the moon
If I ever find anyone half as good as you
I think maybe that would do (Ooh, ooh)
If I ever find anyone half as good as you
I think maybe that would do
Oh, I'm so sick of laying here
So sick of counting tears
Comparing everyone to you
Oh, oh
Oh, I'm so sick of waiting here
So frustrated
My suspicions are you're laying there
And thinking of me too
I learned the lyrics yesterday to all your songs
There was one I couldn't do
I think the lyric went
"You'll miss me when I'm gone"
But the chords, I was confused
I'd ask you 'round
And you could tell me where I'm wrong
But then I know you'd just refuse
Refuse
If I ever find anyone half as good as you
I think maybe that would do
Oh, oh
If I ever find anyone half as good as you
I think maybe that would do
Written by: Tom Odell

