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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Performer
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Bass Guitar
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Keyboards
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Trumpet
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Vocals
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Drums
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Vocals
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitar
Frank Ricotti
Frank Ricotti
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Composer
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Songwriter
Chris Geddes
Chris Geddes
Composer
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Songwriter
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Songwriter
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Songwriter
Darren Seltmann
Darren Seltmann
Writer
R. Chater
R. Chater
Writer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trevor Horn
Trevor Horn
Producer
Frank Arkwright
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm glad to see you I had a funny dream and you were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You were dressed like a punk, but you were too young to remember I'm glad to see you I'm outside the house and not thinking right today I've got no energy I'm glad that you are waiting with me Tell me all about your day Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy I'm wondering how things could've been I'm happy for you You've made it hard for me I counted on your company You are staying with your friends tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself I keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for you But now I know this hurt is poison Too sharp to be bled I'm sitting on my empty bed I'm on my empty bed At night the fever grows it's pounding, pounding I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh And watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo Scary moment, lovin' every moment I was high from playing shows We lost a singer to her clothes My trouble raised its ugly head I was revealed And I was home in bed I was a kid again Jesus told me go after every coin like it was the last in the world And protect the wayward child But I'm a little lost sheep I need my Bo Peep You know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy I'm wondering how things could've been I'd like to see you But, really, I should stay away And let you settle down (Let you settle down) I've got no claims to your crown (Let you settle down) I was the boss of you and I loved you You know I loved you It's all over now And I was there for you When you were lonely I was there when you were bad (There when you were bad) I was there when you were sad (There when you were sad) Now it's my time of need I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh And watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo
Writer(s): Robert Chater, Darren Seltmann, Christopher Thomas Geddes, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Richard William Colburn, Robert Michael Kildea, Sarah Ann Martin, Michael John Cooke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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