Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Odell
Tom Odell
Piano
Chris Elliott
Chris Elliott
String Conductor
Andy Burrows
Andy Burrows
Drums
Peter Hanson
Peter Hanson
Violin
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Rita Manning
Rita Manning
Violin
Boguslaw Kostecki
Boguslaw Kostecki
Violin
Mark Berrow
Mark Berrow
Violin
Jackie Hartley
Jackie Hartley
Violin
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Violin
Emil Chakalov
Emil Chakalov
Violin
Emlyn Singleton
Emlyn Singleton
Violin
Perry Mason
Perry Mason
Violin
Martin Burgess
Martin Burgess
Violin
Gaby Lester
Gaby Lester
Violin
Vicky Matthews
Vicky Matthews
Cello
Ian Burdge
Ian Burdge
Cello
Max Goff
Max Goff
Bass Guitar
Max Clilverd
Max Clilverd
Guitar
Jim Abbiss
Jim Abbiss
Programming
Liam Howe
Liam Howe
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Odell
Tom Odell
Songwriter
Andy Burrows
Andy Burrows
Songwriter
Chris Elliott
Chris Elliott
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Odell
Tom Odell
Producer
Jim Abbiss
Jim Abbiss
Producer
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Mixing Engineer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Mixing Engineer
Oli Barton-Wood
Oli Barton-Wood
Recording Engineer
Sam Harper
Sam Harper
Assistant Engineer
Lewis Jones
Lewis Jones
Assistant Engineer
John Barrett
John Barrett
Assistant Engineer
Stefano Civetta
Stefano Civetta
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Ed Hartwell
Ed Hartwell
Additional Engineer
Joe Hartwell Jones
Joe Hartwell Jones
Assistant Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I thought I was over you
I'd put out the flame
Said tonight would be different
I wouldn't need to play your games
[Verse 2]
I walked past your tower block
Saw a flick in the blinds
I said tonight would be different
And that I'd walk on by
[Verse 3]
But here I am
Running up the seventh floor
Knocking the eleventh door
I'm a sick of trying
I'm a sick of trying
Baby, could you love me some more?
Baby, could you love me some more?
[Verse 4]
Told myself I's a prisoner
And I'd broken my chains
That I could be anyone
I'd run a thousand miles away
And I imagined America
Somewhere as far
Someplace with no memories
That couldn't cut my heart
[Verse 5]
But here I am
Running up the seventh floor
Knocking the eleventh door
I'm a sick of trying
I'm a sick of trying
Baby, could you love me some more?
Baby, could you love me some more?
Baby, could you love me some more?
Baby, could you love me some more?
[Verse 6]
'Cause I'm going out my head here, darling
Going out my head here, darling
Going out my head here, darling
Going out my head
[Verse 7]
But here I am
Running up the seventh floor
Knocking the eleventh door
Saying what I said before
Baby, could you love me some more?
(Going out my head here, darling)
(Going out my head here, darling)
Baby, could you love me some more?
(Going out my head here, darling)
(Going out my head here, darling)
Going out my head here, darling
I'm going out my head
Written by: Andy Burrows, Tom Odell
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