Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cast
Performer
John Power
Vocals
Peter Wilkinson
Bass Guitar
Liam "Skin" Tyson
Guitar
Keith O'neill
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Power
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Leckie
Producer
Lyrics
I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head
I'm seein' many colors, but the only one that's comin' through is red
It's stoppin' me dead
Tryin' to make some tracks, but my feet are feeling like lead (ahh)
Stop being bled, stop being bled (ahh)
I said, oh my things aren't the same
Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer, I'd be tamed
We stopped playing games
I'm not pointing fingers, but I'm not taking all the blame
Playin' all your games, taking all your blame
I said oh no, don't even care
I guess I'll be seein' you, I guess I'll be leaving you today
We're just not a pair
I know you've been tryin', but I just can't bear to tell a lie
Tellin' me your lies, tellin' me your lies, lies
Let me take you by the hand
Try to understand
You walk me to a land
Try to understand
Are you nothing but a man?
I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head
I'm seein' many colors, but the only one that's comin' through is red
You know how we feel
Can't go on pretendin', and we've just got to fix the deal
We gotta make it real, we gotta make it real, real
Writer(s): John Timothy Power
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