Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Turner
Frank Turner
Vocals
Adam Killip
Adam Killip
Background Vocals
Ben Lloyd
Ben Lloyd
Guitar
Ben Morse
Ben Morse
Background Vocals
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Background Vocals
Evan Cotter
Evan Cotter
Background Vocals
Lauren Halsey
Lauren Halsey
Background Vocals
Matt Nasir
Matt Nasir
Rhodes Piano
Nigel Powell
Nigel Powell
Drums
Tarrant Anderson
Tarrant Anderson
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Turner
Frank Turner
Composer
The Sleeping Souls
The Sleeping Souls
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tristan Ivemy
Tristan Ivemy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
On the very day I die, the very last of my desires
Is that you taken my broken body and commit it to the fire
And then when the fire is finished, scrape the ashes in a tin
Take them down to London's drinking reservoirs and throw them in
[Verse 2]
And then specks infinitesimal of my mortal remains
Will slide down seven million throats and into seven million veins
And I will creep through their capillaries to the marrow of their bones
And they will wake to bright new mornings and then wordlessly they'll know:
[Verse 3]
That I remain
I am remembered
I remain
I am remembered
[Verse 4]
So these seven million innocents they will have me in their blood
And when they die they'll burn their bodies or be buried in the mud
And I will spread through streams and rivers like a virus through a host
From the hamlets to the cities, from the rivers to the coast
[Verse 5]
And from there into the channel, across the great Atlantic ocean
And ever onwards to the new world through the water's gentle motions
Until parts of me are part of every landmass, every sea
In the rain upon your crops, and in the very air you breathe
[Verse 6]
I remain
I am remembered
I remain
I am remembered
(I remain)
And though the things I love will be washed away in the rain
I remain
[Verse 7]
I'm not convinced of the existence of these things that don't exist
Yeah, by Jewish boys with big ideas and scratches on their wrists
By a loving or a vengeful God, or one who'd condescend
To wash his hands down in the mire among the misery of men
[Verse 8]
Or by ever turning circles hanging timeless in the sky
Like a dreamcatcher distracting from the fact you're going to die
But I place one foot before the other, confident because
I know that everything we are right now is everything that was
[Verse 9]
That Wat Tyler, Woody Guthrie, Dostoyevsky, and Davy Jones
Have all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones
And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my hands
Were once carved into the details of two feet upon the sand
[Verse 10]
So we remain
We are remembered
We remain
We are remembered
(We remain)
And though the things we love will be washed away in the rain
We remain
Written by: Frank Turner
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