Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Los Campesinos!
Performer
Oliver Briggs
Drums
Thomas Bromley
Guitar
Gareth Paisley
Glockenspiel
Neil Turner
Guitar
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Keyboards
Harriet Coleman
Violin
Ellen Waddell
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ellen Waddell
Songwriter
Neil Beale
Songwriter
Tom Bromley
Songwriter
Aleks Berditchevskaia
Songwriter
Harriet Coleman
Songwriter
Gareth David
Songwriter
Ollie Briggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Newfeld
Producer
John Goodmanson
Mixing Engineer
John Nazario
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Simon Francis
Mastering Engineer
John Davis
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in ellipsis
Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote, clung on tightly, like parenthesis
And for each correctly used apostrophe
I could feel my heart sink inside my chest in front of me
So, maybe the lining of a winter's coat
Mightn't be the best place to hide a summer secret
You said every photo that you took that festival
Got lost in your camera in an insurance scam
And though underexposed, I could see from the quality
His K Records t-shirt and you holding his hand
And I know he took you to the beach
I can tell from how you bite on your cheek
Every time the sand falls from your insoles
And when our eyes meet
All that I can read, is "you're the B-side"
They say, "it's not what you like, it's what you're like as a person"
Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain
"Not what you like, but what you're like as a person"
Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain
Writer(s): Gareth Paisey, Tom Bromley, Harriet Coleman, Neil Ashley Turner, Ellen Waddell, Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Oliver Briggs
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