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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Performer
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Guitar
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Vibraphone
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Trumpet
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Drums
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Vocals
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Vocals
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitar
Anthony Pleeth
Anthony Pleeth
Cello
Boguslav Kostecki
Boguslav Kostecki
Violin
Dave Daniels
Dave Daniels
Cello
Gavin Wright
Gavin Wright
Violin
Jackie Shave
Jackie Shave
Violin
Martin Loveday
Martin Loveday
Cello
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Frank Ricotti
Frank Ricotti
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Songwriter
Chris Geddes
Chris Geddes
Songwriter
Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
Composer
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Songwriter
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Songwriter
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Songwriter
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Songwriter

Lyrics

I wrote a letter on a nothing day I asked someone "Hey, could you send my letter away?" "You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one envelope" I said goodbye to someone that I love It's not just me, I tell you it's the both of us And it was hard, like coming off the pills that you take to stay happy Someone above has seen me do alright Someone above is looking with a tender eye Upon your face, you may think you're alone but you may think again If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy They'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes On second thoughts I'd rather hang around And be there with my best friend if she wants me And far away, somebody read the letter He condescends to read the words I wrote about him And if he smiles, it's no more than a genius deserves For all your curious nerve and your passion I'm going deaf, you're growing melancholy Things fall apart, I don't know why we bother at all But life is good and "It's always worth living at least for a while" If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy They'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes On second thoughts I'd rather hang around And be there with my best friend if she wants me If you think to yourself "What should I do now?" Then take the baton, girl, you better run with it 'Cause there is no point in standing in the past 'Cause it's over and done I took a book and went into the forest I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness so I went home If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy They'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes On second thoughts I'd rather hang around And be there with my best friend if she wants me If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy They'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes On second thoughts I'd rather hang around And be there with my best friend if she wants me If she wants me, yeah If she wants me, yeah If she wants me, yeah
Writer(s): Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Michael Cooke, Stephen Jackson, Bob Kildea, Sarah Martin, Richard Colburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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