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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keane
Keane
Performer
David Kosten
David Kosten
Programming
Richard Hughes
Richard Hughes
Drums
Tim Rice-Oxley
Tim Rice-Oxley
Keyboards
Tom Chaplin
Tom Chaplin
Vocals
Tom Hough
Tom Hough
Keyboards
Jesse Quinn
Jesse Quinn
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Quin
Jesse Quin
Composer
Richard Hughes
Richard Hughes
Composer
Tim Rice-Oxley
Tim Rice-Oxley
Composer
Tom Chaplin
Tom Chaplin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keane
Keane
Producer
David Kosten
David Kosten
Producer
Cenzo Townshend
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Robert Sellens
Robert Sellens
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tom Hough
Tom Hough
Recording Engineer
Mo Hausler
Mo Hausler
Recording Engineer
Tim Morris
Tim Morris
Recording Engineer
Luke Gibbs
Luke Gibbs
Assistant Recording Engineer
Geoff Pesche
Geoff Pesche
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's market day when They bring the flood Faster than our feet can run Swarm of angels from above All is broken, still they come And round the oak tree Air is shaking Children sleep under the sun And we go down to the river to pray Pray for magic and another day But it's low now, it's like we're fading away Into the dirt of memory Along the Silk Road the fires burn Where the seats of learning stood And handsome couples would take a turn Through the wealthy neighbourhood Oh, roll the stone or move the mountain Wake oh, wake your time has come And we go down to the river to pray Pray for magic and another day But it's low now, it's like we're fading away Into the dirt of memory And we go down to the river today We pray for silence and we pray for grace But it's low now, still you're rubbing my face Into the dirt of memory In a shop in Al-Medina And a house in the old quarter And I'll never sleep again Centuries lived in these stones I don't think you know Oh, roll the stone or move the mountain Wake, oh wake, your time has come And we go down to the river to pray Pray for magic and another day But it's low now, it's like we're fading away Into the dirt of memory And we go down to the river today We pray for silence and we pray for grace But it's low now, still you're rubbing my face Into the dirt of memory
Writer(s): Timothy James Rice-oxley, Richard David Hughes, Jesse Quin, Thomas Oliver Chaplin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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