制作
出演艺人
Kerala Dust
表演者
作曲和作词
Harvey Grant
作曲
Edmund Kenny
作曲
Tillmann Ostendarp
作曲
Lawrence Howarth
作曲
制作和工程
Edmund Kenny
制作人
Aaron Ahrends
混音工程师
歌词
Here's a subtle voice with a system of things
To believe in.
They come to the autumn like a restless rake
To the leaves.
And you who seek to conquer pain,
You'd do well to keep it close.
They fall for the lonely,
And they answer to that which broke.
They're seeing
Quiet signs up in the sky.
They're seeing
White lines left and right.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
They've got a new revision
For you to read.
A record of a thing,
That he said he'd seen.
And you who lay so strong their claim
As the first to feel alone.
They come to the barren,
And they answer to that which broke.
They're seeing
Quiet signs up in the sky.
They're seeing
White lines left and right.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
They're seeing
Quiet signs up in the sky.
They're seeing
White lines left and right.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
SALT
Even-handed smoke here.
So you could clearly see.
Unbuttoned kind of salt here.
Well it's all the same to me.
Who once can lie too low.
Who even in the silver chair.
You say, there's nothing in the rain.
And it's all the same to me.
And it's all the same to me.
Salt.
Salt.
Salt.
Salt.
Salt,
Shine.
Share.
Frame.
Salt,
Shine.
Share.
Frame.
Even-handed smoke here.
So you could clearly see.
Unbuttoned, kind and cold here.
Well it's all the same to me.
Written by: Edmund Kenny, Harvey Grant, Lawrence Howarth, Tillmann Ostendarp
