Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Feeling
The Feeling
Performer
Dan Gillespie Sells
Dan Gillespie Sells
Vocals
Ciaran Jeremiah
Ciaran Jeremiah
Keyboards
Kevin Jeremiah
Kevin Jeremiah
Guitar
Richard Jones
Richard Jones
Bass Guitar
Paul Stewart
Paul Stewart
Drums
James Wiltshire
James Wiltshire
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Gillespie Sells
Dan Gillespie Sells
Composer
Richard Jones
Richard Jones
Composer
Paul Stewart
Paul Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Feeling
The Feeling
Producer
Cenzo Townshend
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Robert Sellens
Robert Sellens
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Camden Clarke
Camden Clarke
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Frank Arkwright
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Let me tell ya how it used to go Freddie playing on the radio The Iron Lady couldn't stop the show We felt like we could fly Poison patter and a barbed remark Bette Davis doing Joan of Arc Dirty glamour dancing in the dark On days that wouldn't die When we felt like we could fly It was real love Look around and feel love Tearing up the floor Something we loved more More than life This was me We were children in the night Every star burned twice as bright We were tough and we could fight And we held the line This was me Every sorrow had a song Every lost boy could belong We were young and never wrong And I was divine This was me This was me Every Friday we'd emerge reborn Keep on dancing 'til we saw the dawn Making history and breaking laws Oh God, how good that feels We were heroes in our heels This was me We were children in the night Every star burned twice as bright We were tough and we could fight And we held the line This was me So adored and born again Just a smoking ten for ten I was beautiful back then Yes, I was divine Let me take you round the bars I knew The stars I knew The padded bras I knew The cobbled alleyways, the ways I knew The maze I knew The waifs and strays I knew A siren singing to the way back when The wishing I could live it all again And now I pass it onto you We were dreamers, only just begun We were sinners playing in the sun Kept on partying 'til '91 Until that fateful day We were peacocks in exotic herds Wouldn't listen to the warning words That's the problem with such pretty birds They always fly away Even Freddie couldn't stay This was me Were we foolish to believe? That a painted face can't grieve We were hopelessly naive Just out of time This was me Every heart is made to break Sometimes love's a big mistake Every weekend was awake But weren't we divine? This was me This was me This was me This was me
Writer(s): Daniel Sells, Tom Macrea Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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