Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Black Feathers
Performer
Sian Chandler
Lead Vocals
Ray Hughes
Lead Vocals
John Parker
Double Bass
Dan Moore
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sian Chandler
Songwriter
Ray Hughes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Simon Allen
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I'm not one to crave attention
But I don't wanna be alone
I'll never know
Never know what I've been missing
I take comfort in this prison til I find my way back home
I've been caught up in this fallout
between the weak and right as rain
Never know
Just what the other's feeling
No comfort in this healing if it's the cause of their pain
I don't think about the things I forget
Almost forty, but I haven't grown up yet
And I hope I don't forget that it don't matter anyway
it's just another day
And I'm running out of sand
When I was young nobody taught me
How to practise standing tall
Nobody knows what tomorrow brings
I gave up on growing wings coz it was easier to fall
I don't think about the things I forget
Almost forty, but I haven't grown up yet
And I hope I don't forget that it don't matter anyway
it's just another day
And I'm running out of sand
Nobody knows what's beyond those strings
I gave up on growing wings coz it was easier to crawl
I don't think about the things I forget
Almost forty, but I haven't grown up yet
And I hope I don't forget that it don't matter anyway
it's just another day
And I'm running out of sand
And I'm running out of sand
Written by: Ray Hughes, Sian Chandler

