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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alex Turner
Vocals
James Ford
Drums
Miles Kane
Guitar
Zachary Dawes
Bass Guitar
Jordan Pettay
Saxophone
Alwyn Wright
Violin
Amy Wickman
Violin
Chris Woods
Violin
Daphne Chen
Violin
Eric Gorfain
Violin
Gina Kronstadt
Violin
Ian Walker
Contrabass
John Krovoza
Cello
Marisa Kuney
Violin
Owen Pallett
Conductor
Peggy Baldwin
Cello
Richard Dodd
Cello
Rodney Wirtz
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Turner
Songwriter
Owen Pallett
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Ford
Producer
Brian Lucey
Mastering Engineer
Ross Hogarth
Recording Engineer
Sean Oakley
Recording Engineer
Tchad Blake
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Well we were kissing
It was secret
We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen
Both well aware that there'd be trouble
If the manager should find us
You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
You can carry much more than I can
And a wicked gale came howling up through
Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris
Everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
It must be boring when I talk about my dreams
I'm in a building and I notice
That I'm surrounded by the ocean
I get a feeling, I start running
Don't really know why I am running
I never really know why I am running
'Til I get caught
Want to wake up to my dream report?
And the snow was falling thick and fast
We were bombing down Los Feliz
It was You and Me and Miles Kane
And some prick I went to school with
Isn't it ugly when I talk about my
Visions of the past and possible future
Shoot through my mind and I can't let go
Inseparable opposing images
When can you come back again?
And a wicked gale came howling up through
Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris
Everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams
It must be torture when I talk about my dreams
Writer(s): Alex Turner
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