Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Turner
Frank Turner
Vocals
Ben Lloyd
Ben Lloyd
Electric Guitar
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Electric Guitar
Matt Nasir
Matt Nasir
Piano
Nigel Powell
Nigel Powell
Drums
Tarrant Anderson
Tarrant Anderson
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Turner
Frank Turner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Chris Kasych
Chris Kasych
Engineer
David Schiffman
David Schiffman
Engineer
Eric Isip
Eric Isip
Assistant Recording Engineer
Frank Arkwright
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Blacking in and out in a strange flat in East London Somebody I don't really know just gave me something To help settle me down and to stop me from always thinking about you And you know your life is heading in a questionable direction When you're up for days with strangers, and you can't remember anything Except the way you sounded when you told me you didn't know what I should do It's a long road up to recovery from here A long way back to the light A long road up to recovery from here A long way to making it right And I've been waking in the morning, just like every other day And just like every boring blues song, I get swallowed by the pain And so I fumble for your figure in the darkness, just to make it go away But you're not lying there any longer, I know that that's my fault So I've been pounding on the floor and I've been crawling up the walls And I've been dipping in my darkness for serotonin boosters Cider and some kind of smelling salts It's a long road up to recovery from here A long way back to the light A long road up to recovery from here A long way to making it right And on the first night we met, you said, "Well, darling, let's make a deal If anybody ever asks us, let's just tell them that we met in jail" And that's the story that I'm sticking to like a stony-faced accomplice But tonight I need to hear some truth if I'm ever getting through this Yeah, you once sent me a letter that said "If you're lost at sea Close your eyes and catch the tide, my dear, and only think of me" Well, darling now I'm sinking, and I'm as lost as lost can be And I was hoping you could drag me up from down here towards my recovery If you could just give me a sign, just a subtle little glimmer Some suggestion that you'd have me if I could only make me better Then I would stand a little stronger as I walk a little taller, all the time Because I know you are a cynic, but I think I can convince you Yeah, 'cause broken people can get better if they really want to Or at least that's what I have to tell myself if I am hoping to survive It's a long road up to recovery from here A long way back to the light A long road up to recovery from here A long way to making it right Darling, sweet lover, won't you help me to recover? Darling, sweet lover, won't you help me to recover? Darling, sweet lover, won't you help me to recover? Darling, sweet lover, one day this will all be over?
Writer(s): Frank Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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