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Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Bombay Bicycle Club
Bombay Bicycle Club
Исполнитель
Jack Steadman
Jack Steadman
Вокал
Liz Lawrence
Liz Lawrence
Бэк-вокал
Jamie MacColl
Jamie MacColl
Гитара
Ed Nash
Ed Nash
Бас-гитара
Suren De Saram
Suren De Saram
Барабаны
Elizabeth Baba
Elizabeth Baba
Скрипка
Madeline Falcone
Madeline Falcone
Скрипка
Marta Sofia Honer
Marta Sofia Honer
Альт
Aniela Marie Perry
Aniela Marie Perry
Виолончель
Nathaniel Walcott
Nathaniel Walcott
Труба
David Moyer
David Moyer
Труба
David Urquidi
David Urquidi
Труба
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jack Steadman
Jack Steadman
Композитор
Bombay Bicycle Club
Bombay Bicycle Club
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
John Congleton
John Congleton
Продюсер
Jack Steadman
Jack Steadman
Дополнительный продюсер
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

When I turn out, not a word out It's my reality Then I curl up, it won't take much To stand in front and see I got that ego, what do I know? It don't mean much to me Fall away now, on my way down It's all I know and I can hardly speak There's a lighthouse, I can hide out Staring out to sea Shine a word through, did it reach you? Or echo back to me? I got that ego, what do I know? When I can hardly see Fall away now, on my way down It's all I know and I can hardly speak A picture on the wall Looking back at me And I can't even talk I'm floating in a dream I'm floating in a dream You say I've a bent tooth Well, I don't even like you Want me to leave my cocoon Where does that leave you? You say you can see my bones But I can see right through you Too many faces to please I can't see a place for me I come home to write it all (for me) I come home to write it all (for me) I come home to write it all (for me) I come home, I come home I come home to write it all (a picture on the wall) I come home to write it all (looking back at me) I come home to write it all (and I can't even talk) I come home, I come home (I'm floating in a dream) I'm floating in a dream
Writer(s): Jack William Thomas Steadman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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