Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Colorist Orchestra
Performer
Emilíana Torrini
Performer
Aarich Jespers
Performer
Kobe Proesmans
Performer
Gerrit Valckenaers
Performer
Jeroen Baert
Performer
Jo Francken
Performer
Karel Coninx
Performer
Pieterjan Maertens
Performer
Sep François
Performer
Tim Vandenburgh
Performer
Wim De Busser
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emilíana Torrini
Songwriter
Simon Byrt
Composer
Aarich Jespers
Arranger
Kobe Proesmans
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aarich Jespers
Producer
Kobe Proesmans
Producer
Jo Francken
Mixing Engineer
Pieterjan Maertens
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I want to cut in red
Without a roof
Blood red
Goes so fast
My lipstick runs
Down river
Instead I stay a while longer
I feel so restricted
I know too much
I'm so affected
The winding hours
Belong to strangers
This low
This low
Oh, count the days and mountains
That you're wasting lazily around abandoned
Mind your head, you're so cut off
I see the sea the scene is running free – You don't know that
You sang this whole evening
I believed in this song
Oh, this song is like a breeze is coming
I want to be in your bed
Against your skin
Where sun spills and move like currents and wild storms down rivers
Oh, count the days and mountains
That you're wasting lazily around abandoned
Oh oh
Mind your head, you're so cut up
I see the scene is running free - you don't know that
You sang this whole evening
I believed in this song
Oh, this song is like a breeze is coming
Candles burn and golden plates
You're the oil I'm the flame
I'm alive and night coarse
Stars align, my mind roars...
Oh, Oh...
Writer(s): Simon John Byrt, Emiliana Torrini
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