Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
KT Tunstall
Vocals
George Vjestica
Guitar
Arnulf Lindner
Bass Guitar
Luke Bullen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Terefe
Songwriter
Kate Victoria Tunstall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Osborne
Producer
Ren Swan
Mixing Engineer
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer
Bruno Ellingham
Engineer
Graham Deas
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I've drugged it in its sleep
There isn't many memories
I'm comfortable to keep
This ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comes
Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall
But maybe it's a false alarm
And every answer sounds the same
Just colors bleeding into one
It hasn't got a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me
And now the curtain's coming up
The audience is still
I'm struggling to cater for
The space I'm meant to fill
And distance doesn't care
No distance doesn't care
Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall
But maybe it's a false alarm
And every answer sounds the same
Just colors bleeding into one
It hasn't got a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me
I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in its sleep
Remember what you said
Are you comfortable to keep it? Keep it
Writer(s): Martin Terefe, Kt Tunstall
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