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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
John McCusker
John McCusker
Исполнитель
Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Исполнитель
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Исполнитель
Ewen Vernal
Ewen Vernal
Бас
Ian Carr
Ian Carr
Добро
Michael McGoldrick
Michael McGoldrick
Флейта
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Вокал
Phil Cunningham
Phil Cunningham
Аккордеон
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
John McCusker
John McCusker
Композитор
Drever Kris John Robert
Drever Kris John Robert
Композитор
Roderick Woomble
Roderick Woomble
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
John McCusker
John McCusker
Продюсер

Слова

Your face expresses its years so seriously
As the lamplight draws dark circles round your eyes
And your mouth twists unexpected fate
Into its natural shape
And turns the dark into another form of light
Time expresses itself so suddenly
People pass like strangers in the night
They're just doing what they think is right
On into an older way of life
Where the dark is just another form of light
Every single thing I ever hope to see
I held in my hands
In the hope I'd never turn into the man
I'm expected to be
And what you hold in your hands
Is lost to memory
Dry your eyes in round circles
'Cause you've been pulled into the ocean
On an undertow of all our lonely hearts
But solitude feels the same whoever you blame
Don't let darkness become another form of light
Every single thing I ever hope to see
I held in my hands
In the hope I'd never turn into a man
I'm expected to be
Now I know that nothing is lost to memory
Written by: Drever Kris John Robert, Mccusker John, Woomble
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