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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Fitzsimmons
Robbie Fitzsimmons
Piano
Adam Tressler
Adam Tressler
Guitar
Daniel Pritchett
Daniel Pritchett
Bass
Kiel Feher
Kiel Feher
Drums
Ben Powell
Ben Powell
Violin
Keith Snow
Keith Snow
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Fitzsimmons
Robbie Fitzsimmons
Songwriter
Darren Mcgrath
Darren Mcgrath
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robbie Fitzsimmons
Robbie Fitzsimmons
Producer
Sejo Navajas
Sejo Navajas
Producer
Andreas Kvinge Sandnes
Andreas Kvinge Sandnes
Mixing Engineer
Alex Deyoung
Alex Deyoung
Mastering Engineer
4th Street RecordingSanta Monica CA
4th Street RecordingSanta Monica CA
Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

I'll carry on through the dust and the muck And the storm if it's easy You go and pay off your debts and your bills Just as long as you're happy I'll be chasing rabbits again And I don't know why Nothing is the matter my friend So long as I cry And I open my eyes when I wake up I'm all alone in the sand making castles Even though I'm a grown man I've got a button in my pocket that I found And a scrape on my hand I'm standing in a thunderstorm Wishing I could fly If the wind will take me away I won't try to hide from or fight it Even if I die Naked I stare at myself in the mirror Just to see my reflection Tattered and torn All the scars that I've worn Every wrinkle on my skin Takes me back in time again And shows exactly how Nothing can be changed from back then Nor the future All that I know's I am alive right now Too many will die Without facing the clouds That are gracing the sky It is easy to smile at a passerby There's so much to be seen In a rock or a bug or the bark of a tree And it pains me To watch them walk by it Without even trying to see I'm all alone in the sand making castles Even though I'm a grown man I've got a button in my pocket that I found And a scrape on my hand But too many will die Without facing the clouds That are gracing the sky It is easy to smile little passerby There's so much to be seen In a rock or a bug or the bark of a tree And it pains me To watch them walk by it Without even trying to see
Writer(s): Robbie Fitzsimmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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